My Friday began like any other Friday. I got up, made breakfast for Jack and I and started a load of laundry.
Jack got ready and headed off to a physical therapy appointment at the VA, and a few minutes later I got a phone call and sat chatting.
About a half an hour after Jack left I heard the door in the basement slam shut. That’s odd, I thought. Maybe Jack had car trouble.
I went to the window in my room and did not see a car, a UPS Truck or anything!
It was then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs from the basement.
“Hello! Anyone home? Hello!” said a strange man’s voice.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Lili began to growl and bark! I raced to the cellar door and turned the lock and wedged my foot on the bottom.
“Who is there? Who are you! Tell me your name!”
There was no response.
“I’m calling the police!” I shouted again and again, as I dialed 911!
I didn’t hear the door slam shut. I didn’t hear him leave. I was frozen at the door waiting until the police arrived. It was just seconds until they drove into my driveway.
The police searched the basement and the perimeter of the house. I’d seen a white SUV below us and so they put out an APB for any car matching that.
I filed the report, got the policeman to give me a few tips on how to protect my home (I need a few deadbolts and a long piece of wood to block the sliding glass door.), but he told me again that Lili was amazing and the two of us had done a great job under the circumstances.
Lili was amazing. She growled and barked and sounded so fierce. I guess it’s what makes German Shepherds such wonderful police dogs!
My Hero, Lili!
Yes, I did okay, but I have to tell you I didn’t start breathing again for a while. After the police left, and I locked every door I could, I sat down and slowly drank my coffee and tried to relax.
I don’t understand why people break into other people’s homes. Why people think it is okay to steal. Today, I am just glad that Lili protected me, and that I wasn’t harmed.