I Hope You Know That This Will Go Down on Your Permanent Record

It was inevitable.  We’ve been expecting it and should actually feel lucky that we escaped for as long as we did.  But it happened, and we’re ok. 

Oh, it’s not that dramatic.  Somebody broke into our car on Friday night and stole two whole dollars.  Actually, they weren’t two whole dollars, it was probably more like two dollars in dimes and quarters.  (And what exactly am I supposed to think when they left the new suit I’d bought from Steinmart in the car?  I thought it was a cute suit!)

It’s our neighborhood.  We love it, but there is a lot of economic diversity both in and around our ‘hood.  It’s one of the things we love about where we live, but it makes us susceptible to petty theft like this.  Shed break ins and stealing change out of the car are very common.  And yes, I was foolish to 1) leave my stuff in the car even though they didn’t steal it, and 2) to leave the car unlocked.  I heard you gasp!  Yes, I leave my car unlocked a lot.  I’m very trusting. 

Dave discovered it Saturday morning when he went out to get the paper.  He noticed that the car door was open and the lights were on.  It wasn’t until he saw that the glove compartment had been emptied that he knew something was up.  (His exact quote was “I didn’t think you were that messy.”  I resemble that remark)

Once we figured out what had happened, there may have been some harsh words spoken towards our lame ass guard dog.  Phrases like “You’re fired!” and “Couldn’t get off your comfy dog bed and alert us to those folks rummaging through our car, eh?”  and the most cutting of all “What would Lassie think?”  This from the dog who does a lap around our .5 acre lot whenever the UPS man drives by and who literally barks himself into a hate filled frenzy at the sight of the mailman. 

The car was not parked on the road, by the way.  It was way down the driveway, about 60 feet or so, behind of our other car, under a street light by the garage, and pretty much behind our house.  They had some cajones to go after both of those dollars.

It wasn’t until later that morning that we found out that our neighbor likely scared them away.  Her dogs woke her up with some crazy barking around 2 am.  She turned on the light in her den to look for the cat she believed was making them so absolutely crazy.  She even peered out her front windows which we think scared the thieves away from our car. 

We were very relieved and thanked her and her dogs profusely for preventing any more damage.

Still….

Patches, our collie, our Timmy’s-in-the-well-and-I-will-bark-you-to-it dog,  got schooled in home protection by a poodle.  A poodle. 

What would Lassie think?

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