I admit, on more than one occasion, I have gotten on my
husband’s case about not waking up in the middle of the night when Eli
cries.
However, last night somewhere around 4 am, a car backfired outside
our apartment. The award for first
responder goes to our sweet little 20 pound fur-ball of a dog, who I often
think has a bit of a Napoleon Complex.
He immediately let out a bark letting the world know he was in
charge.
My husband was close on his heels in a move of agility like
I’ve never seen from him before. Within
seconds he had flipped from sleeping on his back to up on his hands and knees
ready to pounce. I am convinced that if either man or beast had been intruding into our apartment at that point his lanky 6’2”
frame would have taken them down.
My sleepy pregnant body, on the other hand, barely moved as
I assured them both that it was only a car, we were not being invaded, and “please
just go back to sleep.”
The moral of the story: If you want to awake my husband,
start with a bang, not a whimper.
TBunting | February 27, 2012 at 11:03 AM
hahaha, that's awesome! i can just picture Dave ready to take out anyone who dared trespass!