My aunt emailed me from Iraq yesterday and said I should have my own column. I have to admit that strange things happen to my family and I quite often.
Four years ago my husband and I bought our second house. It was built in 1939. The house was 3200 sq ft and needed a lot of fixing up. My husband and I were no strangers to that as we had done it before. The house we bought was in a sketchy part of town but we thought we could handle it. We worked none stop on trying to get this house live able and we did. We had a problem though. Th crackheads kept breaking into our cars. So finally I devised a plan. I called the police station store front which was around the corner and asked them if I could booby trap my car with a bear trap. The police officer said: "A what." "A bear trap, I said." "You want to booby trap your car with a bear trap, he said again." "Yes, I said to him." "No ma'am you can't booby trap you car with a bear trap, booby trapping of any kind is illegal but if this person comes on your property after dark you can shoot him." "Well, I asked him, can I sic my dogs on him?" "Ma'am, he asked me, do you live on the corner with those big dog?" "Yes sir I do, I told him that's me." "OHHH, he said, I know your house." "We'll put extra patrol on your block at night." At the time my husband and I owned four Great Danes. My largest one weighed 165 lbs. and stood 37 inches high at the shoulder. She was mean to people she perceived to be a threat. The entire time we lived there our house was never broken into and I came to be known as "The big dog lady."
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