Last night my boyfriend was out and I was upstairs in bed with the three younger dogs. We were snuggled up warm under the blankets. It has been particularly cold here and very windy.
About midnight, the dogs heard a noise and started barking their fools heads off and ran downstairs. I figured Phil had just gotten home, so I thought nothing of it. The barking stopped and about 5 minutes later, the dogs returned to bed. I thought everything was fine until Sidda started acting nervous. She does this when we have storms, and so I figured that was the problem. She was pawing at my pillows and wouldn't settle. So, I just kept trying to get her back under the blankets to snuggle.
After a while I realized it was really cold. Our old house is drafty, but not THAT drafty. So, I got up and headed downstairs to bump the heat up a bit when I figured out that the wind had blown our front door right open! It was locked and all, but must not have gotten closed completely. I looked out on the porch and figured out (by tell-tale tracks in the snow) that the dogs had gone out on the porch, down to the front yard to have a pee, and then came back up to bed.
Sid had been trying to tell me that the door was open.
I check on the old lady and she was still sound asleep on her couch... oblivious to the whole event.
I normally keep the bedroom door closed. We never would have known the door was wide open. Good thing the neighbor kitty didn't decide to let himself in.
) but that's not near as scary as the front door! 
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