In the middle of the night last night, Fritz went berserk. He started barking and barking. My husband and I woke up in great alarm and this is how the conversation went:
Husband: "Honey, can you go and see what Fritz is barking at?"
Me: "ME? I don't want to go and face the hoodlums that are breaking in."
Husband: "Okay. (with Eeyore accent) I'll go."
Me: "Be careful."
(5 minutes later when the house is dead quiet and my husband hasn't returned)
Me: "Is everything okay?"
Husband: "YES." (very grumpily said.)
Me: "What was it?"
Husband: "This." (and he hands me the end of a white ribbon)
Apparently a mylar balloon (that has been floating around in our house for 2 weeks) had suddenly turned into a frightful hoodlum at 2 a.m. And Fritz felt the thoughtful and courageous need to protect us.
Thanks Fritz. You've saved us again.