Back Door

Picture this:

 

Coming home near dusk in the midst of a torrential downpour with the brightest lightining and loudest thunder you've ever seen. Now add in an attempt to feed 8 very hungry animals. This means I have to round up 4 wet and soggy horses and go to the dog pen to feed the precious canines. With that said, I put my boots on grabbed an umbrella and scooped up all the feed to pass out to our little animal family and tried to do it as fast as I could. I successfully completed that task without getting too wet or even slipping in the mud.

 

Fast forward to 4:15 this morning when I woke up.

 

 I arose from my deep slumber and opened the bedroom door to get a glass of water and I noticed that our back door was wide OPEN. I mean not just cracked, but open as far as it could go. I immediately looked over to the living room to see if the TV and stereo were there. Check. I then went back to our bedroom to call the hubs (he's out of town) and grab the shot gun. That's right. I grabbed the gun, had Travis on the phone, and was casing the house for intruders. I knew the chances of having a human in our house were very slim since we live in the middle of nowhere and you have to look to find our place. I was more concerned about wild animals wanting to find a nice warm and dry place to spend the night. Travis was laughing at me while I was casing the house, but I wanted to feel safe while I got ready and know that there weren't any new visitors in our house.

 

After casing the house and even standing on the back porch, the house was safe. From what I could tell we did not have any visitors last night.

 

I usually don't get 'scared' when I'm home alone, but boy howdy was my heart racing when I saw that back door wide open!

 

Thankfully the hubs will return home tomorrow, but first I get to go visit him in Waco and see some friends and get my hair done.