The dog again

The dog scared the crap out of me this morning.
Went out and got my paper, then walked towards the
kitchen, not noticing that the dog was in his cage. As
I walked past, he erupted into frantic barking as if ten
burglars had broken in. I'd walked past him dozens of
times before with no reaction. So I guess he's taken a
real dislike to me.
Of course she came running out from the other room
yelling What's happening? what's happening? as I said
to the dog, It's only me. He barked louder and I ran
upstairs as she tried to shush him.

Weird burning smell in the house. She was out front talking
to a pastor, I think, and I ran to the kitchen for something
to eat. And there it was....oven door open, burnt pizza in
a pan, burnt stuff all over the bottom of the oven. Ugh.

I think she used the pan again last night (I smelled cooking
but see no pan, nor any signs of it being washed. Ew).

Safe and sound back up here again with no encounters. Whew.
At least she'd put the dog somewhere else.