Stranger danger... Daddy to the rescue!

Last night started off like any other ordinary night. I made a little dinner, fed the dogs, got ready for bed, and began finishing up my night with some facebook chatting. While in deep conversation with many of my beloved facebook friends, I heard a squeaking noise coming from my living room. My pit bull Adolf and my yorkie Marilyn (whom are the best of friends) often like to play tug o war with their toys. I thought nothing of the noise as I continued chatting. The noise continued and I thought to myself they were being rather rowdy at 11:00 pm. As I was finishing up my conversations I realized that both dogs were in the bedroom with me, but I could still hear the noise. At this point the fear set in. Chill bumps covered my body and I instantly felt ill. Why a burglar would stop in his line of duty to chew on a dog toy is beyond me. Still I was pretty sure someone was in the house and they were squeaking my dog's toy in my living room. With tears streaming down my face I jumped up and locked my bedroom door. The noise continued and the dogs began barking. Shaking like a leaf I reached for my gun. Pointing it at the door and ready to shoot at the toy thief, I began dialing on my phone. My dad answered in his groggy middle of the night voice. I whispered I was pretty sure someone was in my house. I knew I could hear them in the living room and I couldn't remember if I had set the alarm. I think it probably took two minutes for daddy to get to my front door. Lucky for the neighbors he WAS wearing pants. His shirt was off and only one side of his pants was over his cowboy boot. Gun in hand he was ready to shoot at anything that moved. With daddy in the house I became a little more brave and was able to act as back up as we went from room to room looking for the criminal. After about five minutes of searching my little two-bedroom house it was clear I had been home alone all along. Then suddenly we heard the noise again. I jumped...and possibly peed a little. The noise continued and as we began to follow it found that the serial killer toy thief was my TV. I had left my living room TV on and forgot all about it. I had it on a music channel that makes the screen black and look like the TV is off. The station was messing up and having a hard time reaching the signal. Occasionally it would make a screeching sound that sounded a lot like the squeaky squirrel my dogs constantly fight over. My poor daddy had to get out of bed in the middle of the night to save me from nothing. Lucky for me he was able to laugh at my fear instead of shoot me. It's no secret every girl needs her daddy. The Lord made no mistake when he blessed me with a daddy as patient as mine.