My dog was barking frantically to get me to wake up around seven in the morning, and I noticed something frightful.
I will never forget what occurred to me this morning.
It was around seven o’clock. Outside, I was relishing a rare day off as the peaceful morning quietness ruled. I hadn’t even had the energy for the daily morning walk with the dog since yesterday because I was so tired. I dreamed that everything was normal and peaceful while I slept like the dead.
Abruptly, I sensed a weight bearing down on my chest. I was half asleep when I opened my eyes to see my dog standing just in front of me. With his paws resting on me, he gazed at my face.
“What’s going on?” Convinced that he was simply hungry or wanted a walk, I whispered and closed my eyes once more.
He did not, however, depart. Instead, as if summoning me, he started licking my cheek, pawing at me, and moaning gently. He kept waking me up, and I still didn’t understand why. He barked directly next to my ear when I ignored him, then leaped up the bed and began barking loudly, forcefully, and in a frightened manner.
I opened my eyes once more at that very moment. I observed an oddityI finally realized why my dog was acting strangely at that point
I opened my eyes. and had an odd, pungent smell. I was initially unaware of what it was. But after a few seconds, it dawned on me: smoke. It was also growing more powerful.
My heart was thumping so fiercely that I could feel it in my temples when I suddenly sat up. I leaped from my bed, dashed into the hallway barefoot, and then stopped.
I could already feel the thick gray smoke seeping into my room from the corridor. Flames were screaming in the living room, crackling and flinging sparks as they hungrily consumed half the space.
The dog stood next to me and barked at the flames before turning around to face me and seemingly pleading, “Go faster!”
Without wasting any time, I snatched up the phone, shook my fingers, dialed the fire brigade, and hurried out of the apartment with him.
It wasn’t until we were outside and I was trying to catch my breath that I realized that I would have continued to sleep if it weren’t for him. and may not have awakened.
I discovered later that I had been pressing garments the previous evening and, completely worn out, had neglected to switch off the iron. The fire started because it was left on the clothing.
I had no recollection. However, my dog was the first to detect the smoke and made every effort to rouse me up.
Had it not been for him… This is a story I may not tell anymore.
