The Latest , and well, not so the GreatestMonday I came home from work. I saw Ginger outside. Weird. I instantly ( I know, bad wife) was furious with Dale for leaving little Gingi Pants outside by accident all day in the pouring rain. I went to unlock th front door, and the dead bolt we NEVER use was on. Weird. I continued around back, to find the back door unlocked. I phoned Dale immediately, while consoling both digs ( Nooker had been inside because it was raining!)
After talking to Dale, he assured me none of this was his fault, so as I started to walk around the house, I began to wonder if perhaps someone had been inside?! Everything looked normal, just how we left it. I went to put my keys down in their ususal spot when I noticed the change jars. All lined up in a pretty row, but 2 ( the more' expensive loonie and quarters ones) empty. We never empty our change jars. I think we hope for a miracle that they will strike us rich one day.
I now was assured that yes, someone had been in our house, Ginger got outside, they were freaked out by our good, but inside day watch dog Nooker, and took off.
I am still devastated. Although the change jars appeared to be the only thing gone ( actually the jars remain, but no moula) it is such an invasion of privacy and safe feeling. And FYI you young idiotic criminals, don't mess with a pregnant woman.
The cops came several hours later to check it all out, baffled like I was that so little ( but thankful of course) was gone.
Ginger is still completely traumitized. She has been up all night, pooping in the house?? whining and not acting herself. I feel SO bad for the little thing.
And myself... I sobbed all the way to work the Tuesday morning, afraid to leave my house unattended. When my usual " how are you feeling this morning" starting chiming into my room as co-workers passed by, I began to cry irrationally. Hormones. I just can't help it. I feel so violated and unsafe. To add icing ontop of this peachy pie, Dale is going to Whistler in a couple of days. I forced him to help me pick out a new dead bolt for the back door, and install it, with the help of cousin Jeff. We also got new blinds for the back so that people couldn't see our riches.. lol.
Sucks so bad. Don't wish it upon many. Whenver Dale's store gets broken into, we cringe. This however, is supposed ot be your home, your safe haven. Grrrr. How dare people.