It's 1:11 am and the dogs are barking like
crazy outside, right on the porch, so something is bothering them close up.
This can't be good. I roll out of bed and go to the living room window to see
what is wrong. Oh, great! We have nocturnal visitors again. The neighbor's
donkeys have returned. I decide I am not up to a repeat of my previous middle
of the night escapade with the four wheeler and chasing animals back to where they belong. After all, it's colder and wetter than the last time and my work alarm goes off at 5:00am, so I crawl back into bed.
The Cowboy asks what is wrong. I tell him about our visitors and of my decision to just ignore it. Now, he is aware of the incessant barking. Next thing I know, he has gotten out of bed, rifles around on his dresser for something and I hear the front door creak open. A few seconds later I hear two gunshots. Then he comes back to our room and crawls back in bed.
I'm too afraid to ask about it and it is now blessedly quiet and still. The morning will be soon enough to see how this story ends :-)
