On Friday night, we swung by Costco on the way home to pick up dog food and some contact lens solution. $160 later, we finally got out of there and with our gourmet dinner (a slice of pizza and a hot dog), we finally headed home.
Mickey and Mulan, as usual, were ecstatic to see us, but we immediately sat down and began scarfing down our dinner. I thought I heard a noise upstairs, but I told myself it was nothing.
I should have known better...
I ignored my instincts before and Mulan almost gassed all of us out of the house, but that's a story for another day.
I continued eating my pizza and thought I heard a noise again upstairs. I did a quick head count-Dar, Mickey, Mulan and Missi.
Oh crap.
I normally go upstairs as soon as we get home to change into my jammies, but I was really hungry after working all day and after our jaunt to Costco, so I actually ate dinner in my work clothes. Since we were so late, it was dark out already and pitch black upstairs.
Dar finished his dinner and got up to make Mickey and Mulan's dinner. I heard another noise. I quietly got up out of my chair, faced Dar and waved my hands frantically (
you don't think I'm stupid enough to investigate this by myself, do you?)
Dar didn't notice, so I continued to try to silently get his attention. He finally looked up from the gourmet doggie dinners.
I heard a noise-I think someone is upstairs.
For once, Dar believed me and looked around frantically for a weapon to defend himself. Of course, our normal choice for weapons, a mag light and baseball bat, are normally kept under the bed, just about where I am hearing this noise.
For some reason, he ignores all of the knives in our kitchen and the hardy wooden stick in the sliding door, and decides he doesn't need a hardy weapon, only solid backup. Darwin tries to get the dogs to back him up.
Unfortunately, dinner comes first with the dogs, and they both stared longingly at the counter where their dinners sat. Frustrated, Dar grabs the empty can of dog food to try to lure some back up (
You don't think I'm going up there, do you? It's very dangerous-you go first)
Mulan follows him about halfway up and Mickey stays put in the kitchen, knowing the good stuff is still on the kitchen counter. I try to tell myself it's nothing and go about picking up some of Mulan's messes from the day.
Dar is creeping about halfway up the stairs, and he yells
AAAAGGGGHHHH! Who's there!Holy crap! I am right! Being right is a terrible feeling when it means there is an intruder in the house. I am debating whether we should call 911 or just evacuate the house when both Dar and I clearly hear a door upstairs bumping up against a door jamb (like it had just been moved).
My internal debate was still ongoing, when Darwin finally turns on the light upstairs, and asks
did you leave the windows open in our bedroom? Of course.
He flings open the bedroom door with his jagged empty can of dog food screaming. Nothing. I decide that I better go upstairs and make sure he is alive.
Dar is wandering around the bedroom when I get up there. Turns out that we did not latch one of the doors to our bedroom securely and it was bouncing off of the door frame, propelled by the gentle breeze we get in the evenings.
I am still not satisfied since there are 3 more bedrooms upstairs with their doors closed (to protect the rooms from Mulan).
Check the other rooms. Dar grabs our hardy baseball bat from under the bed.
One by one, Dar quickly flings open the door screaming, confirms no one is in the room, and then does the same thing to the closet. By the last room, I'm pretty sure that if anyone is in there, they will not be frightened by the ominous screams as the door is flung open.
Fortunately, there is no one there. I knew our fierce guard dogs protected our house that day.
