I feel that I owe you nice people that asked me if I was okay an explanation.
The people that I live with were out of town for the weekend so I was taking care of the two dogs. When no one is home, the dogs are not allowed to be in the house because the like to chew stuff up when no one is looking. So when I left to meet Sean on Monday, I put the dogs out in the backyard, locked the house up and took off.
Sean and I went to see Traitor that night. We had met there earlier that day so after the movie, I drove myself home. Upon getting home, I thought I could hear the dogs barking, but I just figured they were barking from the backyard. However, as soon as I unlocked the door, they came pushing they're noses through the open door.
Confused, I flipped on some lights to survey the scene. Everything seemed to be in place, but I could not figure out why the dogs would be in the house. Feeling strange, I sat down by the door and called Sean.
As soon as I explained the situation he responded with, "Get out of the house and lock yourself in your car."
Now, I'm not typically the type to overreact, get all panicky and scared of stuff like this. In fact, I'm a little too easy going and trusting. I don't know about you, but a response like that sends a bit of a panic through my mind and body.
I hurried my way out to my car and just couldn't get in and locked the doors fast enough. I felt like I was being chased! I could not shake the feeling that someone was going to come up to my window and scare the crap out of me, so I went and parked under a street lamp, all the time watching for someone to come out of the house.
As I'm sitting in my car, like a regular fool, waiting for Sean to show up, I did my usual think too much routine. I started thinking all kinds of "what ifs".
What if someone did break in to the house?
What if they stole something?
What if they are still in there?
The more that I thought, the more that I began to panic.
To distract my mind, I pulled out my Blackberry. I checked Facebook and Twitterberry. After reading my friends timeline on Twitterberry, that is when I sent that tweet that caused all the worry.
Finally Sean arrived. He brought his weapon of choice, a giant Maglite, and together we searched the house from top to bottom. Every little nook a cranny, under every bed, in every closet, behind every shower current, the entire place. We made sure every window and door was locked.
Not a thing was out of place and the house appeared to be empty besides the dogs and us. After the search, there was no question that we were alone in the house. Logic calmed me, thankfully, and I was able to let my rescuer go home and get some sleep.
I, however, did not get much sleep that night. I don't think I was able to relax enough to fall into a deep sleep.
I'm still not entirely sure how the dogs got in, but we're all safe! No need to worry now!