Midnight and I were watching one of her favorite Twilight Zone episodes last night. The SciFi channel runs a July 4th marathon of the best shows.

They reran The Hunt with Arthur Hunnicutt and Jeanette Nolan (1962). It's the one where the old mountain man and his coon dog are out on a hunt one night, and they both drown, but don't know it at first.

The crux of the story is after he figures it out, they're walking along this dirt road and come to a gate. The road's well kept and tree lined, and the old man is invited in, but the dog won't go in, and the gate keeper says, that's okay, we don't allow dogs, anyway. There's a nice place down the road for them.

The old man says, "Well, if yer place is too good for Rex, it's too good for me." And refuses all arguments and enticements. They proceed on down the dirt road and come to another side road which is all woodsy and a bit rough, but Rex likes it, so that's the one they take.

You can guess which one's heaven.

Obviously, we haven't walked that dirt road, yet. And I often think she's too friendly. But Midnight's never been wrong about anybody she *doesn't* like.