A few months ago, our house was burglarized in the middle of the night. We were all home sleeping. A strange man walked into my bedroom. That’s right…the boldest (or drunkest) ever thief. Needless to say, I’ve been having a bit of trouble sleeping since then. We installed a landline (he stole all of our cell phones, making it difficult to contact the police) and activated the security system. I still didn’t feel safe. I still woke at every sound. I still couldn’t fall asleep.
So, I did what any mother of four who is looking for a job, going back to school and has too much on her plate already would do. I got a dog.
Meet Albus DumbleTHOR. He’s a 107-pound, 1-year-old great dane. Andrew and I had two great danes when we were first married, and they are the funniest, goofiest dogs around. But I realized that I always felt safe when they were around. Better than ADT. And, to add to his goofy personality, he is slightly cross-eyed.
We had our first obedience class last night. Let’s just say I doubt he’ll be valedictorian. And in true dane fashion, he spent his first week with us nursing an injury after he cut the pad on his right leg.