So I know I just blogged yesterday – but I have to share this story. I also know that I probably should not be telling this story because some of my readers are going to freak out like Megan (I can hear her gasping now), Joe (will tell me to move to Houston as he always does) and I am sure my dad is not going to be very excited, but I am telling it anyways…..
I have had Biscuit for over 5 years now and he has had all kinds of health problems – that could be worse, I am not complaining! Over the years I have spent a LOT of money on that dog and he is part of the reason I have debt….but he totally earned his keep the other night. I am fairly certain that he may have saved my life, or at least saved me from trouble.
I got home from work about 7:00 pm and opened the back door with the screen door shut and the bedroom window to let some of the nice cool fall air inside. I was in the back of my house in the office on the computer. About 5 minutes after I was back there Biscuit started barking like crazy. This was not your normal bark; he was letting me know something was wrong. I came running from the back of the house…he was standing on the couch barking at the back door. When I look at the door the screen door was cracked and the door was only open about 4 in wide. (I KNOW I had opened the door about half way so that the air could get in.) I immediately closed and locked the door and the window. When I came back to the front of the house he was standing on the back of the couch looking out the front window barking towards the gate. I looked out the window but it was too dark to see anything.
At that point I was pretty freaked out that someone was in the house and called my cousin Dylan to talk to me while I looked in all the closets in the house. I did not find anyone hiding. Dylan, Christi and Val all convinced me that it was nothing….but the more I got to thinking about it the more I really, really think that someone was trying to get into my place that night and B chased them off.
If it were someone that really wanted to rob me or harm me they would have done it regardless of the dog or not, so I don’t think I am in any further danger. I did buy a lock for back gate and feel better. My dog may be a small dog but he has a big bark and I am so thankful for that little guy!
Moral of the story? You should get a dog too….well not really, but I am sure glad I have mine and that he can make a lot of noise. Here is to my favorite little man!





























