When my DH#1 used to work away from home I never worried about being home alone. I knew my big dog would frighten away intruders with his mighty bark and my little dog would ankle bite them while I called 911. Nobody ever bothered me though.The paint can..but wait, I'm upstairs. The broken Christmas ornaments, but wait, it isn't Christmas. Hmm..the iron, but wait, we don't iron. I know! My dogs. But wait. They think everyone that walks through the door loves them.
I'm doomed if that noise in the kitchen is a bad guy Pert..thanks a lot!
Time to pan the bread dough.