Paranoia Self Destroya

Can I borrow your pitbull for the week seriously?
The Docta's on a business trip to Australia and I can't stand the idea of being in the house alone at night. Ever since we were broken into I have these terrible nightmares that some dude in a ski mask is still lurking around our backyard just waiting for his chance to jump in through the bathroom window. I blame my anxiety on the Cop who arrived on the scene, this portly woman in her fifties tells me, "Well you know they always come back. Give 'em 90 days. You see they know you'll replace the stuff by then so you betcha they'll be back for more." Now alone I'm like this paranoid, crazy lady triple checking the locks, peeking out the windows into the yard, carrying my cell phone with me into the bathroom and cursing the Docta for not agreeing to get me a guard dog. After the break-in I had bounced the idea around quite a bit,
"We need a dog around here"
"Are you crazy? We can barely remember to feed our cat."
"But I read that the best security hands down is a dog. So how about a cute Rottweiler?"
"um no"
Thank God my female calvary, my mama and my sister in law, are rolling into town for the rest of these lonely nights. I need somebody to take the G to his pre-school in the morning and somebody to help me ward off the thieves and night time demons.