Just a quick little story that happened last night. It was a quiet evening, 1:38am. Joe and I were sleeping peacefully only to be awoken by a deep, gutteral bark and a scrabbling of demon dog toe nails on a hard wood floor.
Apparently an intruder had woken Bill (aka Prince of Darkness) out of a deep sleep, hence alerting us to our pending doom. He bolted into the kitchen and kept at it. Barking and growling. Joe and I flew out of bed. I pushed Joe back down and told him to stay put while I checked.
I went into the kitchen and told Bill to shut it. Went to the sliding glass door (yes, some apartments in NYC do have them). Flicking on the light, I peered through the glass to find a black cat staring back, hissing at Bill who promptly went insane.
Joe staggered in muttering, "Wha...?", Bill barked loudly, the cat flew into the darkness, and I stood in my skivvies, clutching my chest, ready to die of a heart attack.
Stupid dog. He's a big bag of dumb.