Feather woke me once when the bathroom sink was running and would have
flooded the room, maybe the whole apartment, maybe thw whole building
if he hadn't. Of course, he had probably caused the problem in the
first place. He did like that faucet to leak because he loved to catch
a drop and lick it off his paw. It had a pretty reliable drip when we
moved in and he loved it. Then the landlord fixed it and he sulked, so
I loosened it up again and it dripped just fine. Sometimes he would
decide that he wanted MORE and smack the faucet. He woke me up lots of
other times and I miss it and I miss him.

SnowBall and Sunny, two d*gs, woke me when there was a fire on the
second floor and I was sleeping on the first floor. The neighbors
banged on the door a second later and we got out well before there was
any danger, so "saved my life" is a little strong. But that's the way I
feel about it, strong or not.

Will in New Haven

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"I don't mind hidden depths but I insist that there be a surface."
                         -- James Nicoll

This morning the roof was removed from one house across the street and
hauled off.  A bulldozer leveled the lot directly across the street.  Three
dump trucks brought in more dirt.  Two stumps in our front yard were ground
out.  And all sorts of building material delivery trucks and tree removal
equipment were in and out.  I slept until noon and most of that time Kayla
slept on top of me.  Guess who isn't going to ever be a watch dog?  Pity the
poor sheep that ever depended on her!

Jo