The Unsuccessful Bandit.

Meet Leisel.



She is my parent's "guard" dog. And I use the term loosely.



She is cute, playful, and full of spunk and life. But mean and intimidating? She is not.

We have joked since the day they got her that she was a little "slow". She is such a sweet dog, but she doesn't quite know what's going on half of the time. They blamed it on her being a puppy for the longest time. But now - well...she's definitely out of that stage. She's a full fledged adult.

A lot of houses on my parent's road have been broken into lately, and some strange things have been happening at their house as well. Some very weird and unexplainable things. It kind of freaks me out.

While we were home over the break, my Dad was outside grilling and noticed THIS - the back door to the house.



AHHH! Someone took a crow bar to the door, but failed to pop it open. Praise God!



Being the good detective that I am, I grabbed my camera and documented the crime scene.



It looks here like they took a large wrench and tried to rip the knob off. What meanies!

In the midst of all the analyzation of the burglars motives and actions, I couldn't help but wonder what Leisel, the guard dog, must have been doing the entire time she watched it take place.



She probably scratched her ears and tried to play games. Not a care in the world.



And she probably licked her chops and asked the robber to please throw her a steak out of the ice box if he was successful in his devious task.



Or...she cozied up to the burglar on the leather couch like she did with my Dad in this picture. (Yes, there are 2 leather couches on their patio for the time being because they recently got new furniture...ha!)

There is no telling what actually went on, but all we do know, is that there was not one single bark that erupted from the vocal chords of our sweet Leisel during the time of trouble. Bad girl.

Very bad girl.