First of all, GOOD DOGGIES!!! Secondly, I know exactly how you must've felt.

About two years ago, pre-Samantha, I was home alone for the weekend. I hate being in my house alone overnight, so I'd asked my boyfriend to come over and stay with me. He declined because he already had plans. So I locked up tight and went upstairs and fell asleep.

I guess it was around 12:30am, I heard the front door handle jiggle from a sound sleep. I sat straight up in bed and immediately started shaking. I jumped out of bed and looked out the window - there was no car. So now I'm thinking that it was a burglary and the get-away car was down the street. I turn around and start heading down the hallways towards the stairs when I hear the front door handle jiggle again and OPEN. I swear, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

I admit, I was stupid because I crept down the stairs. It was pitch black, so I couldn't see anything or anyone. I thought whoever it was in my house could surely hear my heart pounding. At the bottom of the stairs, we have a big "can" type thing that holds our umbrellas and my dad's cane from when he needed it. I grabbed the cane and started towards the living room. I honestly have no idea what I was thinking.

As I entered the living room, someone from behind me grabbed my sides like they were tickling me. I screamed and whipped around and kicked the person in the shin. Mr. Intruder fell down and I flicked on the lights. It was my stupid, drunk boyfriend. He knew where our key was hidden in the garage and got in using that. I think I lost about 10 years of my life that night, I've never been so scared!!! Stupid punk.

I'm glad you and your husband are okay though, stacwase... And good on ya for getting locks. Give Max and Jake a big hug from me for keeping their people safe.