Monday, June 13, 2005
Bay AlarmThe alarm went off again.
It was Kahlua. He is so sweet: I walk by his habitat at night, and he is in the deepest doggy sleep, dreaming of fields and endless frisbeee. So I tip-toe past him, out the back entrance and set the alarm before leaving.
But when I get outside, he rattles his door.
It works. The building alarm goes off and the alarm company calls me before I even reach the highway. I turn around and go back, and say "good night, K."