Alert Dog

Last night at this time I was fast asleep. Not in the comforts of my own bed, but in the front seat of the car, while Jeff kindly drove us to New York. We arrived safely to my parents house around 2 a.m.

I'd like to tell you something fun and exciting happened upon our arrival but it didn't. My mother woke up and came downstairs, because she still has that ear for the "kids" coming in from when my brother, Nick, and I were teenagers. We definitely could never sneak in.

I always thought nobody could sneak on on me either. This is all for a different reason than having "ears for kids," though. I was led to believe this because I have always envisioned Shea as a guard dog. Ok, not a guard dog per say. More like an alert dog. He would at least let you know someone was coming in. He wouldn't guard anything, in fact, he would offer it with exuberant excitement and kisses, but like I said, he'd at least alert.

Well, I feel as though I say this too much, but, I was wrong. Tonight, not unlike many other nights, I walked into my parents house to find the big guy looking like this:

Heck of an alert dog, huh?