Last night I woke up to a very strange sound. I could have sworn there was a man somewhere in my house, singing softly to himself.

Since my husband is currently away with the army, this was a decidedly strange thing to hear. I sat bolt upright and listened carefully. The man was right out in the hallway. Humming some vaguely childish, singsong tune. I pondered what to do, and then I noticed the voice sounded familiar, somehow.

I listened a little longer, and then the singer made a snorting noise. A snorting noise I know very, very well.

My dog. Singing in his sleep. Hubby tells me that I sing in my sleep too, so maybe it rubbed off on him.

He really has a remarkably human-sounding baritone voice. Until he snores.