It was a rough night in the Chianca household, as our two dogs -- golden retriever Annie and black Lab puppy Lily -- decided at around 11:30 p.m. that the family needed protecting from the chunks of snow that had decided to fall off the house. They did this by mounting a full frontal barking attack clearly meant to scare the snow back up onto the roof, and, possibly, back into the clouds in its original crystalline form.
Granted, the sound of the snow smashing against the bulkhead was fairly jarring, and I suppose there was at least a remote possibility that it could have been a burglar who was trying to break into the cellar by jumping off the roof, in the hopes of crashing through the bulkhead and leaving a burglar-shaped hole in it in his wake. But I should also point out that these were the same two dogs who a day earlier had managed to sleep through several minutes of knocking by the UPS man, who could probably have simply opened the door and stepped over them on his way in to kill us.
The moral of the story is, just because you’ve got a watchdog doesn’t mean they’re watching anything particularly important.