A Little Afternoon Drama

On my way home today (an hour ago it has already been?) my dad calls telling me that ADT called HIM about MY house. The master bedroom window had been "breached," which I figured out quickly that meant broken, opened, or SOMETHING not good. Somehow I drove sanely for the few miles remaining. All of the sudden a curtain of SUPERSTRONG rain showers poured onto the van. Hmmm, perhaps it could've been the rain that jolted the window and triggered the alarm. Thankfully, I was right. I beat the sheriff to the house by a few minutes. I could see at least one dog in the front window, but having the boys in the van, I didn't want to approach the house. I guess if the boys had not been in the van, I STILL would not have wanted to approach the house. How our house is situated to where I can see the back facing the retention pond. From what I could tell, no windows along the back were broken or open. Things were looking up. The sheriff arrived and stood guard by the boys in the van (in the rain, bless his heart) while I went and checked the house. I would've sent him in, however, Charlie would've chewed him up and spit him out. No broken windows, open windows, forced open back doors, or even any unlocked windows or doors. I looked at the weather radar once we had the all-clear and sure enough a dark maroon spot of storms formed right over our neighborhood out of nowhere and must have revved its engines just enough to rattle the windows and trip the alarm. For some reason I am still rattled myself. Thank you Mr. Sheriff for helping me keep my home safe.
Now that I think about it, I didn't enter the house with a shovel or something. I just went right in. Ah, the life lessons.