Snow fell gently yesterday and added to the snow already on the ground. But, it was warmer than it has been, so I ventured into my sewing room and turned on the space heater. I was happily engrossed in some cutting and pondering when I heard the chime alerting me that someone was at the store door. The locked door. February is so slow in business, that there is no business to be had.
I ignored the chime, thinking it was He Who had towed coming home. There was an insistent rapping on the door, followed by some tapping on the window. Thinking it was He Who sometimes has an armload of firewood needing assistance I went to the door and opened it.
There stood a young man attired in only a t-shirt and jeans. Dirty blonde dreadlocks topped off his "look". "I need to come in." he said. The hair on the back of my neck was rising and I held the door to a smaller wedge. He had the storm door open and made to come through the door. All my dogs were suddenly barking warnings to the intruder. Wall-E always barks his high pitch annoying bark, giving away his size immediately. The doxies have a deep bark and can sound quite large, while Toni Louise, the mutt, has a bark and snarl that is downright wicked.
"What do you need?" I asked, still holding the door, ready to close. "Do you have showers?" he asked. This was believable, as he wasn't very clean. "I do, but the pipes burst last week and I have no hot water. Perhaps you should try a truck stop." He again said he needed to come in, but I wasn't budging and he kept trying to look behind me. I imagine he wanted to see how big the beast was that was making all that noise. "Sorry." I said and pushing him back with the door, closing it firmly and locking it.
I was so thankful Cujo was not in the store with me. One look at him and he would have known my dogs were not much of a threat. I can't really say what the young man wanted. Maybe he was just cold. Maybe he really wanted a shower, if my nose is any judge, he needed one. If he intended to rob me, he would have been sorely disappointed with meager contents of the cash register. I was determined he was not coming in .......
6 comments:
A scary situation! I know what you mean about a Doxie's bark - very deep for their size! I lived with a Doxie for 12 years
(you know what I mean - he didn't live with me - I lived with him). But, he was a great watch dog and that bark really made people think twice!
That would have made me nervous too. As much as I prefer smaller breed dogs I'm glad that I have my vicious sounding 85lb pit bull to stave off any "wanna be" intruders. He once saved me from a man that came to my door at 10 pm one night wanting to come in and "clean my carpets".
yikes....yeah i would not be too sure of that one either...good call....
Yikes! I would have done the same thing.You just never know what people are thinking anymore. How is the shoulder?
You can't be too careful these days. Way to take a stand. I doubt he would have been so pushy if He Who opened the door.
Chances are he was involved in something unsavory or he may have been high on something. You're lucky he didn't force his way in. Did you watch to see where he went? Thank goodness your dogs barked.
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