Last night John came home late. I was hanging out downstairs reading. Amadeus, of course, was right by my side.
Our doorbell is broken, but we usually don't need it because the dogs are our doorbell.
Suddenly, Amadeus looks at me, and BOOKS ASS to the door, barking. Georgia not far behind.
I had stupidly left the door wide open. A man is standing there. Dogs are going nuts, bow wow wow WOW, wooof woof woof woof!! I'm kind of freaking out, because I wonder why someone is at my door at 9 p.m.
Took me a few minutes to figure it out, but it's our plumber. He had accidentally deleted my phone number and needed to coordinate a time for some work and had decided to stop by after finishing a job in our neighborhood.
I told the dogs to sit. They reluctantly sat. They behaved while I stood outside and talked to him.
My heart was still beating fast almost an hour later.
I'm definitely reducing their rent.