What she wore: black gaucho pants with a white pin stripe, black knee-high boots, white tee. Compliments all around.
The following is completely true, and explains why I am so out of it today:
This morning at 12:45 my dog began howling and growling. I could tell that something was outside, but I figured it was a stray dog since I do live kind of out in the country. I turned on the outside lights, nothing seemed out of place, so I went back to bed.
At 2:00 he was up again and this time he meant business. He’d discovered some kind of problem in the back yard and wasn’t going to sleep until I got out of bed and looked at it. I pulled out my trusty knife ( a girl’s best friend after cocktails and control top panty hose), went to the back door. There is a house under construction behind me and I could see what was obviously a flashlight roaming around inside. I’m thinking to myself: someone is trying to steal tools–I should call the police. I turn on the lights and then start looking for my phone book. I look up from my search and there are now two men in black in my back yard holding flashlights. I don’t think they’re looking for aliens. I realize that by turning on the light they can now see me. I freak. The two figures start to approach my back door. I pick up the phone and dial 911. The men are literally one yard from my back door and my pulse is racing. The guy then shines his light on his chest to reveal his police badge! I breath a huge sigh of relief and then begin apologizing to the 911 operator. I pick up my knife and go back to bed. I couldn’t sleep, of course, because I was filled with adrenaline, and today I was a walking zombie.
I can only assume that Buster’s first freak out was someone prowling around trying to rob the construction site. One of the neighbors must have called the police, and perhaps they were looking for clues (I read too many detective novels). I don’t know–what I do know is I’m glad I have a dog.
On the way to work I was totally buying a shot gun. This afternoon I’m a little more relaxed. Either way, watch out! I still have my trusty knife.