All the sudden, I heard a pop, and glass falling. I looked to my left and there was a fifty caliber hole in the storm door in line with my head and the special tinted safety glass was no longer clear, the pop was it shattering into a thousand pieces.
But, other than a few random flyers, they hung there like roadrunner feathers in the cartoons.
Fiona reacted quicker than I did. At the sound of the shot, from a dead sleep, she slid off the recliner and was gone. She was under the end table, then in her crate.I looked out to see who was shooting at me.
Oh, it was Miss Tina. 
Luckily, she was weedeating, and ACCIDENTALLY tossed a rock. (Yeah, accidentally, that's what it was...)
Took over an hour to clean up the glass. I called about replacement of the glass.
The guy at the glass shop was blunt, but nice about it, not rude.
"That glass is special order. For full view, you are talking, $350 to $400 easy. Buy a new door."
Ace Hardware: $459 and the new storm door will have a factory Fiona door.
