So, I’m getting dressed this morning and the mutts are downstairs eating their breakfast, and I hear them start barking. Now, usually they whine until I come back downstairs, but this was full-on barking. I finish tugging on my skivvies and trot downstairs to see what’s going on.
The back door is standing open.
Now, I’ve been living in this house for going on 3 days and I’ve never once opened, much less checked, the back door and here it is, ajar by a good foot.
The pups and I went on house patrol, checking closets and cabinets and fortunately came up empty but I still have no idea how this came to be. Needless to say, I’m a wee bit freaked.
And, adding ick to ack, when I went to lock and chain the back door, I saw this guy tiptoeing around. Thank goodness HE wasn’t in the kitchen when I came downstairs:
Crappy photo, but Mr. Opossum was creeping along the fence line. That would’ve just about pushed me over the edge.