Fishing Poles Gone

Two nights ago just after midnight Jacapo heard something and began pacing the floor.  Marc let him out and noticed the motion light was on over the driveway. He put his glasses on and went out to take a look. Jacapo was sniffing and growling. Some guy walked by on the sidewalk. Marc said it looked like he hopped onto the sidewalk just as he walked out the door. Marc talked to the guy and we thought that was the end of it.  Last night about 2 am,  I heard something but Jacapo didn't move so I figured something just settled. I think I was wrong.

We have been fortunate to have close friends that have an extra vehicle that Marc can drive while he searches for a new one. This vehicle is older and requires more force to close the doors to keep them secure. This said....

This morning Marc went out to start the suburban and get ready for the day. It was parked on the side of the house and he needed to move it to the trailer (across the street). As he pulled over to the trailer he heard the doors shuffle and clank. Knowing the suburban requires you to slam the doors to shut them, he wondered why they were slightly open. So Marc glanced to the back seat where his fishing poles were, only they weren't there. They have been stolen. A few minutes later, Marc is on the phone with the local sheriff's office. The officer pulls up, dusts the suburban, and takes information from Marc.

What's that saying:  if it's not one thing, it's another.