Scary Stuff!

Somebody was murdered last night a few doors down from us. They don't know why or who did it yet. It's been kind of interesting (and scary!) to watch the police and the crime van and the house marked off with police tape. I think we've even met the victim. They have a dog named Buster who ends up in our yard every few days- their fence does not do so well at keeping the Buster in- so we get him and take him back home.

I'm glad we always lock our doors, even when we are home. Things like this remind me of why we do that.

Sarah and Buster. Buster looks big and mean, but he's remarkably mellow.