While I was sleeping

Tuesday 1:30 am: Sits straight up in bed and says "Stupid Dog!" (Actually, it was another choice word instead of stupid, but let's be nice)

Gets up, goes to the back door:

"Chaya!"
"Chaya!"

...wakes up, realizing what he was doing. Goes back to bed.

 
Yes, my fiance is now a sleepwalker, he's always been a sleep talker, now he's just taken things to a whole other level.

He said he was dreaming that Chaya had somehow gotten out and ran through the backyard to the neighbors house. Mind you, Chaya sleeps in our bedroom on the floor by Aaron's side and the door is shut. There is no way she developed the ability to open a door by herself. With the cat's help, maybe, but otherwise no. Plus, Aaron would have had to literally walk right over her to go out the door and go call for her. He actually got dressed to do this too. I'm just glad he didn't get in the truck to go look for her.

I can just imagine Chaya's head cocked to the side, ears perked up, as he's calling her:
"Dad, I'm right here, where ya going? " "I'm right here."

I almost peed myself when he came home from work and told me what he did. And I slept through the whole thing while it was happening. Man, I always miss the good stuff!