husband came home this afternoon to find our Boston out on the deck. She is NEVER left out. He then found our sliding glass door lock smashed open and the door open about a foot.. They made a bee line for our bedroom dresser and practically wiped it clean of my jewelry. They also took a camcorder (it was out because we just taped difficult child riding in his first horse show). They were in and out with-in 1 min. We had local and state police here and a state police K-9 unit. I fled home from work. En route I called my mother, who thankfully left work and came over to intercept difficult child from school and take him and the dog to her house. Our Boston was outside for 2+ hours (thank G*d they didn't take her, hurt her or that she ran off), based on the time our neighbor heard her come down the deck. She can't see over here, but heard her and her dogs started going nuts at the same time. She had to go in for a 12:30 work conference, as she works from home and then proceeded to break her wrist, so she felt so bad she didn't check it out further. My cat is an indoor cat, so luckily he didn't venture outside, but I couldn't find him for 3 hours. Once the police left he showed himself. They were so quick they left a few pairs of 14K earrings. Thought that was it, but came home later tonight to see they wiped out several large change jars. Police have a few leads and are very determined to catch them. We live in a small, what is noted as an "affluent" town in CT. Our home is off the road, secluded with only 1 neighbor next to us. With all the leaves, you can't even see our house from the road this time of year. I am thankful it was not more. The electronics, games and tv's are all here, but the feeling of being violated is terrible. difficult child to the surprise of everyone said to my mom, "I'm just glad mom, dad, Nicki and Jasper and me are all OK". (Huge for difficult child to convey empathy verbally - although he shows it physically!) When we got home later poor difficult child was locking up what is left of my stuff so no one can take it. Luckily, my good everyday pieces I had on, the REALLY good stuff isn't kept here, but the loss of a lifetime of decent pieces from husband, parents and grandparents really s*cks. You know, you always think its a possibility, but you never really think it'll happen to you. Especially where we live. But then again, things are bad and people are desperate, whatever their vice. UGH. I don't share a lot of day to day or much when difficult child is quiet, but its really been a week...and a year...I'm done.