Every once in a while, I have an item I have previously posted on a certain social media site from years ago. Sometimes these “memories” will make me smile, other times they might make me simply shake my head. Recently, one of the “smile” varieties popped up. It was something that happened before we began to share these weekly visits, and I don’t believe I have spoken about it here.
It was an event that happened in the wee hours of the morning. My little “four-legged alarm clock,” Natty, insisted on going out at around two or three in the morning. Realizing there would be no sleep to be had until I acquiesced, I arose and let the little dog out. Knowing that Natty enjoyed running at 3 a.m., and I don’t run at 3 p.m., much less 3 a.m., I let her out without a leash. She was usually pretty good about staying relatively close, so I wasn’t too terribly concerned about her getting too far away. As fate would have it, she did run around the end of our building and I lost track of her. I looked around one end of the building, then the other and didn’t see her. I finally asked a neighbor, who was also out at 3 a.m. if he had seen a little white dog. My helpful neighbor said, “Yes, she just ran up the stairs.” I looked at the top of the stairway leading to our apartment and there was Natty, waiting patiently for me to let her in, and enjoy a snack of some kind. I don’t know how long she had been there at the door, waiting on me.