EEEEEeeeeeeeeeKKK

Last evening as we finished dinner and was watch TV, just as it got dark, Bubba went bazerk!  He was all fuzzed up on his back like I have not seen him do like forever.  He jumped up from in front of the sofa, fuzzed up and started barking in the direction of the back door.  He finally ran over to the door and was raising such a fuss DH got up to let him out.  DH went outside with him as we thought perhaps a stray dog was about and we didn't want Bubs hurt since he can't hear or see.  Nothing out there that DH could see so he left Bubs out there barking and raising cain and sort of going farther and farther out towards the orchard area. I thought, "geez, he must of had a night mare or something."  He stayed out quite a while and finally come back.  Just as DH let him in the house, a car drove up to the front of the house and someone knocked on the door.  DH went to the door and someone greeted him as if they knew him.  He stepped outside to talk to them.  When he came back in he said it was two US Marshalls (or something like that.) They wanted to set up an observation station here as "they were looking for a bad man" (their words.)  DH told them to go ahead so they drove over to the edge of the hill towards McMullins and stayed there we don't know how long.  Bubs kept stirring and barking for sometime that evening.  The only thing I can think of is that he navigates and lives his life through his sense of smell, as I have noticed lately, and that he smelled something amiss.  I have to wonder if the bad man wasn't here, around the house and Bubs smelled him?  I guess we will never know, but it was/is an eeeerie feeling.  They say the bark of a dog is the best discouragement against in home crimes.  I have always felt very safe up here on this hill and I hope I hear on the radio soon that they captured whomever they were after.