-NO REALLY, WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!-

Y’all all know that song, “Who let the dogs out? Whooo, whooo, whoo who who!” Right?

Well, this weekend I did something I haven’t done in a really long time. Went out, got wasted, and woke up in the morning with some guy passed-out face down on my pull-out couch.

(Went out: in Austin. Got wasted: on Jack. The guy on the couch: that’s Jeff.)

The funny part about all of this...Jeff’s an asthmatic and happens to be severely allergic to Tanner. At some point in this drunken night, I pass out in my room, Darci passes out on me, and Jeff passes out on the couch. Later in the evening my roommate Jacqueline wakes up to do one thing...let the dogs out to pee. Before long, Tanner, who was sleeping with me and Darci, is laying on the couch with Jeff the asthmatic. Mind you, Darci and I are, well, still passed out in my room, and Jeff...he can’t breathe.

I don’t know if Jeff’s drunk just wore off, or if an angel swooped down from the heavens to wake him up, but something saved his life that night. He woke up gasping for breath and ran out to his truck to get his inhaler. Luckily, he made it.

But the more I think about that song...”Who let the dogs out?” That part that goes like this, ”Whooo, whooo, whoo who who!” sounds like wheezing. Coincidence? I think not.