Remember when I told you about the guy breaking in our house and our dogs waking us up and not letting him move?

Well - it turns out he wasn't just a drunk who accidentally came home to the wrong house, like we so naively assumed. We found out today that he doesn't live anywhere remotely near our neighborhood - he lives in a town a few miles from here.

And since he wasn't robbing us I can't come to any other conclusion than that he was here to hurt somebody - most likely our 16-year-old daughter.

The more I think about it, the scarier it gets. Thank God for the dogs - especially Jake. Max would have killed him if he'd tried anything, but Jake's the one who woke everybody up. When we got downstairs, he was close to the staircase, and now I think he was probably getting ready to go up them.

Those doors are never going to be unlocked again.