2am

 

“Good lord” he whispered to himself. Every night it was the same thing at almost the same time.

The first few times, he’d opened the door and hollered at the dogs to shut up, which worked for a few minutes.

Covering his head with a pillow, he wondered with exasperation what the hell was wrong with those damn dogs.

His dogs: “2am and everything’s quiet on CR 3606!”

Dogs on the next road: “2am and all’s well on CR 3501!”

Dogs on the highway: “2am and super peaceful on FM 314!”

And so on, all across the county and beyond.