Sunday night Dan came to look through his tools and nothing is missing. I'm convinced the thief was still here when I got home. He probably heard the garage door opening and high-tailed it out the front door in the breezeway. I found footprints in the snow that indicate he went out that way. And since nothing was missing, it appears he was in a big hurry to scram!
What an awful feeling though. I don't know what I would have done if I'd seen him...probably freak! I can't believe I didn't see or hear him but I'm so oblivious to my surroundings most of the time. It's a coping mechanism which I've developed over the years working in retail. If you ignore everything around you...it'll go away. Right???
I'm gonna have to either get a gun or a great, big Rottweiler with huge jaws.
Hey! I could name him Jaws.
I love dogs!
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