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At our house, Wednesday morning is Nemesis Day.

Stormy is our little superhero, and everyone knows that every superhero has to have a nemesis– a villain that tries to destroy all that our brave hero holds dear.

For Stormy, that nemesis is the Homestead Creamery delivery dude.

Sure, this guy SEEMS harmless as he delivers fresh and tasty dairy products to our next-door neighbors. But Stormy has always known that the fellow who arrives every Wednesday morning at 7 a.m. is there for some nefarious reason.

No one but Stormy knows this reason, but he makes sure to let us know that the evil MILKMAN is in our ‘hood by barking his fool head off  hear out for the entire 6-minutes the truck is on our cul-de-sac.

Except this Wednesday morning.

I woke up this morning to the sound of the truck as it was heading up the hill and away from our house, but not a peep was uttered by my superhero. Instead of standing at the window barking what I am fairly sure translates to English as “DANGER, DANGER, DANGER!” all I heard was the truck’s big engine drowning out the snoring of the sleeping dog curled up by my knees.

I was concerned enough that I wondered if he was OK. Phil didn’t think a trip to the vet was warranted for our dog finally behaving the way we wanted him to behave. A thermometer in an uncomfortable place seems like punishment for being good.

I don’t know if Stormy was just so tired he didn’t hear his long-time rival or if he has finally given up the fight.

All I know is that, as I got a few extra minutes of blissful, bark-free sleep, surrender is indeed very sweet.