You Can Ring My Bell...

Monday morning somewhere around 4 AM, I heard Joe shutting our bedroom door. I asked him what was going on, and he said that the frogs were being too loud (We have two green tree frogs, and if you’ve never heard green tree frogs, well, they bark. There’s no other way to describe it. It’s incredibly loud, although I had been so dead asleep that I didn’t hear it). He had put Annabelle in the naughty room, and shut the door. Stubbs was still in our room. I reminded him of this, and Joe’s reply was, “He’ll let us know if he wants to get out.”

Sure enough, about 10 minutes before my alarm goes off, I hear “ding, ding, ding….” Groggily, I lifted my head to figure out what the noise was. Stubbs was sitting next to the closed door, batting away at the bell on his collar. When he saw me looking at him, he stopped ringing his bell, and just looked back and forth between me and the door until I got up to let him out.

I guess Joe was right.