Home Invasion?

I awoke at 12:38 this morning to the sound of

someone trying to kick in my front door.

No. 

I must have been dreaming.

I fluffed the pillow and settled back down.

BAM!  CRASH!

My front door sounded like the steel and glass

were getting ready to cave.

MAGS!  GETUM!

I screamed at the dog.

She barked back — 

from the living room!

OMG, there IS someone out there, I whimpered to myself,

she's already in the living room.

A side note:  there HAVE been some very brutal

and deadly home invasions in this area of late

so this scenario is not completely unexpected.

I snuck out of bed, made sure no interior light was

available, crept out to the kitchen, and

peeked through the curtains out to the street.

Nada.

From there I made my way through the dark dining room, crouched

behind the couch, and peered over it into the living room.

Nothing.

Quiet.

Except for the dog that was now leaping and running circles around me

then racing to the front door barking and barking.

Clearly trying to warn me of something.

Still quiet and nothing to see in the street.

Damn.

What do I do now?

This is Mexico, calling the cops is not my first thought or line

of defense — more like my last.

I waited and listened.

Dog was getting more and more agitated but still

nothing showing. 

I waited some more.

Finally, with still no sign of anyone or anything amiss

I decided to let the dog out and see what happens.

Sacrificial dog.

I silently opened the front door and the dog flew out

into the garden!

Where she immediately deposited about a liter

of diarrhea.

GOOD DOGGIE!