Just the other night I was having trouble sleeping. I decided to step out for some air.
It was well after 1 am. I started for the front door, but something told me to use the backdoor instead. That was a bit odd I thought.
Anyway, I went out the backdoor and was just standing there for a while. It was a warm enough night for Feb. in Bavaria...which only means it wasn’t freezing.
Then I heard scratching and snuffling. Then I heard a large dog panting. (I mean really big) I’ll go and have a look I thought and took a step in that direction.
The next thing I knew I was slamming the door and locking it. I thought I should turn on the light and have a look outside. Instead I slammed down the rolling shutter over the door.
What the heck just happened?
I am not afraid of dogs!
Granted, we don’t have stray dogs around here and people lock up their pets at night.
Where did the dog come from and what in the world made me panic over it.
I just can’t figure it out.
Any ideas?
Anyone else ever found themselves doing something counter to their intentions?
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