[KazzyK810]

I was sitting in the living room when ZoE & I both heard something in the breezeway. ZoE, stared towards the kitchen & did a low growl. My heart started beating faster...my Mum was over visiting earlier this evening and I couldn't remember if when she left I locked the door behind her. Now every CSI, Criminal Minds type show is playing in my head and I'm thinking someone is in my breezeway ready to attack. So what do I do? That's right...I scoop up my 5lb dog for protection and go to investigate.

Of course, I had (probably on auto-pilot) locked the door after my Mum left. So there I am standing in my breezeway with ZoE under my arm, when it hits me how rediculous it is how much safter I feel with such a tiny dog with me.

It reminded me of when we had our last yorkie & lived in a two story house with finished basement, and my kids would scoop up our then yorkie, Chelsea, whenever they had to run upstairs to their rooms or to the basement for something.

Anyone else feel German Shepard type protection with their little pup?