It was quiet all through the house when I heard something crash into my window. It was the wee hours of the morning. The crash brought me out of bed wide awake with Poor Freeway hanging onto my shirt for dear life! I gently put her on my shoulder and said, "you stay very quiet." She rubbed against my neck so I knew she heard me. I had my gun in my hand when someone touched my shoulder. I spun and looked and was ready to poke whoever just touched me. He said, "easy it's just me, daddy Dillon." Of course the second I saw him I lowered my fist, "sorry but I don't know what's going on." I also had a flashlight but hadn't turned it...