Fio had an adventure yesterday. While she and Husband were in the garage discussing his workbench extension, two black vehicles flashing red and blue lights send the gravel flying as they pulled into the driveway. Fiorella walked out of the garage to find out what was going on, and one of the officers yelled "Get back inside!"
With images of a deranged psycho killer flashing through their heads, Fio and Husband sprang into action, closing the garage door and locking every other door in the house. Then they watched out the window as a German shepherd led its handlers across the driveway into the wild area between their property and the neighbor's. Was an escaped felon hiding there? Had someone reported a body? How about a snarling bobcat or a rabid dog? Maybe that guy their daughter has a protection order on?
Twenty minutes later, the officers packed away the dog and zoomed out the other end of the driveway, again spraying gravel. It didn't seem to Fio and Husband that the dog had found anything, but they didn't know whether it was safe to unlock the doors so Fiorella called the sheriff's office. The incident had been taken care of, she was assured, although her informant wouldn't any give her any details. There was supposedly no continuing threat or danger, and Fio and Husband could go back outside.
But for some reason, they decided to spend the rest of the afternoon indoors.