Last night my husband and I had a discussion about letting our dog Scooter out in the morning. Now that I leave for work at five, he usually goes out around 4 to 4:15. It's dark at that time! And we live in the country.
Me: When I let Scooter out and feed the cats, I leave the front door open in case of emergency.
Him: Wait. You are saying that while I'm in the house sleeping you leave the front door wide open? So one morning I'm going to wake up with a bear hovering over me??
Me: No, the cats are there, so it can't be dangerous. I'm pretty sure they smell bear.
Him: So one morning I'm going to wake up with a bear hovering over me eating a cat??
Me: Don't be ridiculous. I don't think the bear will walk all the way into our bedroom to eat a cat. It would probably eat it in the living room where its close to the kitchen. In case it needs salt.
Him: I'm glad to know these things happen while I'm sleeping.
Me: What can I say? It's a bear-eat-cat world out there.
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