Well, that's 30 minutes of my life I'll never get back. At 1:50PM I got a call from DD#2's burglar alarm company. A door had been disturbed and they couldn't contact anyone in the house so they called me. She said the police had already been summoned and could I go meet them at DD#2's house. I said I could be there in five minutes and bolted for the car. I arrived at the house at 1:55 (in spite of a construction road block along the way) and spent ten minutes waiting for the police to show up. It must be a slow crime day for them to show up only 15 minutes after being summoned. They checked the doors and property and then I let them in with my key. Now, this alarm's key pad hates me. I have never, ever been able to turn the blasted thing off without at least two tries. This time I was too flustered and got hit with an ear piercing alarm that did absolutely nothing to calm my rattled nerves. The brave RCMP officers hung back when they saw the dog but had worked up the courage to come in when the alarm sounded. Everything looked fine in the house. One officer suggested the dog may have been picked up by the motion detector in the house. We all left and I arrive home after 30 wasted minutes. Now, I only have two questions. First of all, why did the alarm company call me instead of my daughter and/or son-in-law at their respective work places and second, they have a bloody, great big, black, barking dog. So, why the heck do they need an alarm? Sheesh!