Disturbing My Peace

On Christmas evening, my husband shared something with me that he did not want to tell me. He loves me dearly and tries to protect me from unnecessary worry. This was something I needed to know and he decided he must let me in on it.

A couple of days prior to Christmas, someone tried to break into our home. Not earth shattering news, but enough to shake us up. To my knowledge, this is the first time this has happened to us, in our 22 years together.

I felt something was up. The dogs are especially jumpy and barked excessively since the 23rd. The slightest movement outside now rouse them. Particularly when someone bundled up in jacket, hat & gloves walked by. Bandit sits vigil on the couch propped up watching at the window 24/7 now.

Sergio showed me the marks on our front door. It looks as though someone pried the door open with a crowbar or something. Now the door pops open if not shut tight.

We suspect, that someone did this quietly during the day while we were out. Once the door opened it must have alerted the dogs and they scared off the intruder. Remember Riley is 105 pound Blue Tick Coon Hound and Bandit is a 60 pound Shepard mix with a snarl lip. (Quick scary when he wants!). Then Mr Dakota may only be a 10 pounder Pomeranian, but quite the ankle biter if he wants. Please that sharp piercing bark could make anyone run! Nothing was taken. And fortunately, my Dogs did not get hurt.

I truly believe they are the best security anyone could have. It is said that most Intruders will flee when a dog is in the house. It is too much of a hassle to deal with them.

I feel a piece of my sense of safety has been stolen. I don't blame the neighborhood. This can happen anywhere. A dear friend of ours lost all their electronics, Christmas presents and video games the week before Christmas. Our old neighborhood had several break ins through the years we lived there. We were just never hit. Again, we have always had dogs.

It is just another reminder that we must be careful. Also, good to have dogs.

Dangerous Tweezers!

Last Thursday I went to the Indianapolis City County Building. I never get through their security without some kind of problem. The metal detectors always beep with me.

It's always something.

*my belt will set it off
*my earrings will set it off
*my shoes will set it off
*my under wire bra
*letter opener in my purse, (big no no!)

This time, I sat in my parking spot making sure nothing on me or in my purse would set it off. As I walked up the sidewalk, I realized that I still had pepper spray in the side pocket in my purse. Dang it! I don't want to give that up to them. I thought about sticking it in a nearby bush, but, just went with it as there were many people around and because I look like a terrorist, I don't want to scare people as I am stashing something in a hiding place.

As I went through my screening, first I set off the detector when I walked through. I am being searched as the second wanta-be cop, has a hissy fit with my purse, telling me I have tweezers in my bag! Okay, do you seriously have a problem with that? Apparently so. They confiscated them as soon as I could retrieve them out of my purse. I asked her if she needed my name so I could pick them up on my way out. She said, no, they now belong to them. Okay, knock yourselves out, looks like she could use them.

We all know that tweezers are way more dangerous than that pepper spray I had.

Of course, my plan to hold up unibrow people and tweeze away has been foiled!