Several people have asked me if I'm scared being "home alone?"
I always reply, "Scared of what?"
We live in a rather remote spot and even visitors have trouble finding our house sometimes. Our driveway starts about half a mile off the main road, down a dead end, dusty trail.There's an electric gate at the bottom of our drive and only a fool would hike up to the house. Buddy and I would hear them huffing and puffing well before they reached the house.
I feel safer on the side of this mountain, approximately 15 miles from the Appalachian Trail, than I would living in downtown Atlanta.
Besides, I have a big, bad watchdog to protect me.