***Disclaimer: Although our doors are probably pretty dirty due to my three children's grimy hands, the black is from the fingerprinting dust.
The officer said that the police could not figure out what they had used to break open the door. I looked down on the garage floor and saw one of Chad's hammers. "Perhaps they used the hammer," I asked? "We don't usually leave our hammer on the floor next to our door." (I was a little surprised that no one else had noticed it).
Once inside the house, they set off the alarm. The alarm startled them enough that they ran out of the house without taking anything and departed back out the doggie door!!! The police officer who was still there when I arrived told me that our alarm is the loudest she has ever heard and that she is sure that is what had saved us from being robbed. She said she couldn't even concentrate to call the alarm company because it was so loud. Multiple neighbors saw two teenage boys walking around the area about the same time, so we assume they are the guilty parties. No one was caught, though.
I am very grateful we weren't home, that nothing was taken, and that we were all safe. I am most especially appreciative of wonderful friends who cared about me, knew where to find me, and dropped everything to come and help me. We were very blessed.
However, if I can whine just a little bit, I must admit that the $200 plus dollars for a new door and the 12 hours my dad and Chad spent installing it this weekend when Chad got home was more than a little annoying. I think I am angriest about the time these inconsiderate teenagers robbed me of with my husband. But I am way more grateful than I am angry. :)