4:30AM. I couldn’t sleep. I finally gave in. I decided to get up, get started, and get at it.

Slowly, I snuck out of bed. Silently, I tiptoed toward the bedroom door.

Every movement was scripted. Every measure taken to avoid waking my sleepy wife.

Then in an instant, I felt something under foot. It was soft, furry, and I dare say a little squishy. Timed with my footstep, the ground howled in anguish.

At that moment, I knew my tired wife would wake up and I would need to apologize to my dog.

Epilogue – Please, no “Get Well Soon” cards for Kirby, the beagle who strategically places himself in harm’s (foot’s) way. He’s fine and will surely wake the house another day.