hauntedliving

I sat on the bed and listened to the dog whining outside.  He was not used to being outside and he wanted in.  I did not want him outside either.  I wanted him in the house and on the bed beside me or in the kid’s room.  It was my husband’s brilliant idea to put the dog outside on a chain near the front door.  He had his reason for putting the dog out but to me it was a dumb reason.  Tonight my husband was working the night shift and we were alone.

There had been several burglaries in our area recently.  Some of our friends had come home to find their homes broken into.  One friend had awaked from sleep to find a man taking her change jar from beside her bed. Then to top it off someone had broken the lock on a tool chest in our back yard and taken some tools.  My husband then came up with the idea to put the dog outside.  He argued the dog would be protection while I argued the dog could be hurt.  I also felt he was more protection inside with us.  Besides I knew the dog was a coward.  I would have to melt him down and pour him onto the burglar to get him to take action.

Finally I couldn’t take the whining anymore.  I threw on a short robe over my house coat and brought the dog inside where he promptly lay down on the bed.

About an hour later I woke to the sound of someone outside.  It sounded as if they were attempting to break into my car.  I looked out the window and sure enough there was a man with a crowbar trying to pry open my trunk.  With more anger than fear I grabbed the gun out of the closet and threw open the front door.  I had shot about three bullets into the air when the dog came rushing out the door.  He got the burglar before he could get away and took some meat off the guys rear-end.  We did not have any burglaries in the area after that night and my brave dog that I was so wrong about got a steak.

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