Another pretty spot right around the corner that Lauren and I frequent.
Both today and yesterday’s photo were taken just last weekend – and to think they said winter here was unbearable.

The first one I will title, “Inside the Apartment, Outside The Apartment”

Inside the Apartment
After having a late start to my day, it was around 11 am. I was waiting for the shower to warm up, so the water was running. I also had my portable iPod stereo going. Then I heard a weird yipping sound and thought at first that the iPod was skipping or something. After pausing the song, I realized, no, no, it was Remy going insane with barking. Which meant, most likely, that someone had knocked on the door. Still wearing my P.J.’s, I hurried over to the door and saw a FedEx lady standing outside. Earlier that day, I had moved our bag of recyclables next to the door so I would remember to take it to the disposal room. The bag had slid down and most of the contents were all over the entrance. As I opened the door–with Remy still barking and completely freaking out, but convinced he was heroically saving my life–I had to use the door to push about 20 Coke cans out of the way. Apologizing to the lady, I signed for Josh’s iLife ’09. “It’s okay, they sound like energetic little guys,” she said. “Oh yeah, it’s just one really freaked one,” I replied with a little shame. (That’s a first–barking in such a way that sounded like TWO dogs.) Thanking her, I closed the door.

Outside the Apartment
After knocking, a FedEx lady had to wait several moments and listen to a couple of dogs’ crazy, high pitched yips. Obviously, on edge and probably stressed or underfed. Finally, the door started to open. Although it was past 11 in the morning, a woman still in her pajamas had to move what sounded like 2 dozen empty cans. She must have just woken up from last night’s party and hadn’t had a chance to clean yet.

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“The Teague Males Talk in Their Sleep”
So Remy, as many dogs do, makes little sounds in his sleep sometimes. Almost like a chirping. Last night/this morning around 1 am, he started doing it. Josh got out of the bed and said, “Remy, Remy, it’s okay, come on in, buddy,”  and opened the door. Remy was staying put in the living room, but Josh seemed to think he was already in the room and continued to comfort him. “It’s okay, that’s a good boy,” Josh said as he got back in bed. 

“Josh, he’s fine,” I assured him.

“He was barking,” was Josh’s answer.

“No, he was just doing that thing where he makes sounds in his sleep, but he’s fine.”

After getting no answer, I suspected Josh had never really been awake. This theory was confirmed. Josh has no memory of the event.

Which means, I do believe, that man and man’s best friend were in a simultaneous state of semiconsciousness.  I may be the only one, but I find that to be an impressive bond.