The hits just keep on coming. I went to the chiropractor this morning and was out of the house for less than an hour. When I came home, the first thing I noticed was our DVD player in the floor and the box it had been sitting on (WT, I know) was turned over. I figured Kona had knocked it over playing with his toys. I couldn’t find Kona anywhere though. I searched the downstairs of the house and finally discovered him cowering between the toilet and the trash can in the downstairs bathroom, standing in a puddle of pee, shaking. I just thought “Oh, he scared himself to death, poor puppy.” I started cleaning up and picked up the rug to take it down to the basement and that’s when I saw it.
Our back door had been kicked in.
I was on the phone with Nathan at the time so I told him I thought our house had been broken into, I wasn’t sure if they were still in the house, and to please come home immediately, I was calling 911. I headed out the front door, alone. I forgot Kona. I’m a bad mom. I stood out there and both Nathan AND my uncle beat the cops here by a good five minutes.
All they got was our brand new Wii (had it less than a week) and my jewelry roll which didn’t have anything terribly valuable (some silver jewelry and costume jewelry) but did have some sentimental items in it. I suppose we got off lucky but I feel violated. And our back door frame is in shambles. We will be getting an alarm system PDQ and joining the neighborhood patrol association as well. And maybe looking for a big brother for Kona. I’m really concerned that they may have kicked him because I’m quite sure he tried to take a bit out of their ankles…
I’m thankful that everyone is safe but I feel violated.
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