Today started out like any other day. I took Izzie to the park for a walk. We swung around to the vacant tennis courts and hit the jackpot--3 abandoned tennis balls! Izzie chased them until she surrendered, stretched out as a bear-rug-panting-lump on the court. Time to head home.
I decided to stop by my neighbor's house and leave our bounty of balls in her mailbox. Virginia's dog, Waldo, lives for tennis balls. When I pulled into the driveway, Jim, (V's husband) was outside on his phone pacing back and forth. He gave me the #1 index finger salute. You know, the universal sign of mothers? The finger that says, "I see you. I'll be with you in a minute. Please wait but don't bother me just now." I decide to play with the dogs.
As I threw a ball, I overheard Jim say, "...an intruder in our house...". Holy Moly! He was on a 911 call! Seems Jim made a random stop by home. As he entered, he heard the screen door slam. The intruder ran out the back door and vanished like smoke in the wind.
No one was hurt. Nothing was taken. I only write this as an alert. Monitor your neighborhood and lock your doors. As the sheriff told me, "you think you are safe because this is a nice neighborhood--but you are not."
I am the Community Watch block captain for my end of the neighborhood (stop laughing!). Every neighbor I contacted with the news said, "well you know, we don't lock our doors". Times they are a changing 'round here....
We aren't in Mayberry anymore.