Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

My dog does not bark

She doesn't...and she's a beagle. Well, actually, once in awhile...if she really, really, really wants a walk or a cookie and you look at her and don't respond, she'll bark. Once. But as a watchdog, she would be utterly useless.

I came home early today, because my dehydrated self was not up to eight full hours of "oh, and while you were gone..." crap. I had some plain grilled chicken and went to bed. When Victor got home, he called in the front door "Nic, what time did you get home from work?"

I went to the top of the stairs, and could see somebody else's feet on the front walk. "Why?" I asked. I was filled with dread...was I so out of it driving home that I hit somebody?

Turns out it was indeed a police officer outside, but he was investigating a burglary in the house directly behind ours. I was of absolutely no help, but of course it led to the dinnertime conversation...so, should we get a security system?

We first talked about it when Liz had her Super Bowl evening adventure. The neighborhood police blotter has been getting longer lately, but...but.

I don't want somebody taking my stuff, but it's just stuff.

But what if I get home from work early one afternoon and walk in on somebody taking my stuff?

I dunno. It isn't like I grew up in a small town where we never locked our doors (though we were very lax about locking them, a habit Victor has finally cured me of), and it isn't like this neighborhood is crime alley. And the next door neighbor has a dog that barks.

I dunno. It's hardly a life-changing, monumental decision (like getting XM radio...I go back and forth on that one way more), but I still don't like even considering it.

Posted by Nic at March 16, 2005 07:24 PM