Intruder Alert

These days Maggie isn’t much of a guard dog. Whereas before she would sit up and take notice of unexpected sounds or footsteps on the pontoon, now she snoozes the time away, and the only time she’s likely to move, is to roll over!

Tonight lying here in bed, she is asleep beside me. Nothing unusual in that, but I heard something outside and it unnerved me.
Our garden in flanked on three sides, but one fence is six foot high, the other 2 seven feet high. We have a locked and bolted gate from the drive into the garden, and a secondary gate which is also locked from the drive to the road.
So, to hear someone outside the back was unsettling.
I turned the bedroom light off and opened the blinds but the outside PIR hadn’t fired, so no-one was there. Then I saw a movement close to the window and began to chuckle.

This was my intruder:an empty plastic compost bag rustling in the wind.
Think I can sleep easy now.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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24 Responses to Intruder Alert

  1. Sadje says:

    The intruder is very frightening. πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

  2. Paula Light says:

    That’s like my cat pouncing on a fuzzy from the dryer because it might be a bug. No sorry! πŸ˜‚

  3. willowdot21 says:

    Them bags are out to get us πŸ’œ

  4. phew* Now I take my security very very seriously. I’m over the top, but not as bad as a few years ago. I have a six foot fence circling my entire back yard and a big gate to get back there, w*hich is shoddily repaired from being broken numerous times, and so to open it and then close it again easily is impossible. But my front yard is wide open. It’s H.O.A. country (Home Owner’s Association) and they don’t like fences. They own the majority of my backyard too, but I won on the fully fenced back yard debate thankfully.

    I have a security screen door on my front entrance which I keep locked (it’s glass and steel and I can talk to someone through it without risking their being able to shove their way into my home. The back door isn’t as secure, but as mentioned that gate is the largest obstacle to someone bent on mischief.

    The other night I was watching some episode or other of my latest cop show, and Pudge and Ziggy went absolutely ape shit. Leapt off the couch as if electrified and ran to the pet gate barking their fool heads off. I use them as the first line of defense in alerting me to something not right (especially after dark). Freaked me out and I went and carefully checked all the windows to spy on someone ‘out there’. There was nothing. Nothing out of place. I HATE it when they do that, which they do, time to time. I never know if they’ve heard a deer or wildlife scrabbling the area behind my fence in back; or if there are actual people out there, bent on murdering me in my bed.

    But if they don’t stir and I hear something weird, I don’t worry. It’s my imagination most likely and not any real danger. I’m glad your ‘burglar’ turned out to be a plastic bag rustling in the breeze! Maggie knew. πŸ™‚

    • Thanks for your comment Melanie………… for some reason three copies came into my spam folder!
      Maggie doesn’t hear much these days, unless it’s the fridge door opening or the ding of the microwave.
      Funny how both Pudge and Ziggy should react like that. Could have been something in the programme like a high pitch you couldn’t hear.
      Take care.

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