Sécurité

This summer, Karen and I visited St. Tropez. We stayed in a wonderful house with friends just steps to the beach. Our days were spent lounging around the pool or at the beach, then an afternoon stroll at the port was followed by decadent dinners in fun restaurants where people danced on the tables and chairs. We had heard that there was a little issue with security in the high summer season and unsuspecting tourists renting homes were the target. To be on the safe side, our host hired a security guard who patrolled the property every night with his pitt bull. Every night we would leave and then come back late and tipsy and the guard would be there with his pit bull who was always wearing a muzzle. The guard would always hold her tight as if to show me that she was not to be trusted. I would talk to her every night and tell her she was pretty. She didn't seem very mean. I got a little tail wag here and there and eventually he let me pet her.

One night we all cooked a great dinner instead of eating out. After dinner, everyone decided to go out dancing but Karen and I were pooped so we decided to stay in and rest up. About ten minutes after everyone left suddenly the lights went out! We both gasped and called each others names. It was pitch black in the house and we couldn't see a thing! "Oh No!" we both thought. "The bandits saw everyone leave and they thought the house was empty. They must be making their move!" We ran out to the backyard in a panic to see where the security guard and his dog were. We quickly saw his flashlight beacon as he was running through the backyard. "It's us!" we shouted just to make sure he didn't release the dog on us or shoot at us or whatever he would do if he really did encounter the bandits! Once they reached us and realized we were ok he went over to the meter and turned all the lights back on. No bandits in sight. Apparently we had too many air conditioners, lights and appliances on and it knocked out the power. The funniest thing was that when the pitt bull found us she was so happy. He took her muzzle off and I played with her and that's when I took this picture. She was so sweet. I don't think she could have hurt a fly but we were sure glad they were there that night!