CAPTAIN MIKE
Member
Early yesterday, I'm up fixing coffee at home in the middle of the week. While at the sink, I look outside the kitchen window out to the pool and see a male stranger walking around the corner of the house into my back yard.
My white German Shephard & I go out the back door together, with me drawing my Kimber .45 and taking cover near the outdoor spa and my dog confronting the very surprised stranger who finds a dog defending her turf and a homeowner having him covered dead-to-rights.
I demanded he prone out and when he did I had my dog 'Sit' while I start to call 911. The guy is shaking like a leaf and starts explaining that he's the "new pool guy" and just helped himself in by reaching over and unlocking the side yard gate. (That's B.S. You have to 'jump' over by crawling up and over to get in).
Long story short: His employer verifies his identity and assignment and the incident concludes.
My last words to him were simply "Next time, don't help yourself to somebody's back yard. And of course --->Ring .... The .... Doorbell..."
My white German Shephard & I go out the back door together, with me drawing my Kimber .45 and taking cover near the outdoor spa and my dog confronting the very surprised stranger who finds a dog defending her turf and a homeowner having him covered dead-to-rights.
I demanded he prone out and when he did I had my dog 'Sit' while I start to call 911. The guy is shaking like a leaf and starts explaining that he's the "new pool guy" and just helped himself in by reaching over and unlocking the side yard gate. (That's B.S. You have to 'jump' over by crawling up and over to get in).
Long story short: His employer verifies his identity and assignment and the incident concludes.
My last words to him were simply "Next time, don't help yourself to somebody's back yard. And of course --->Ring .... The .... Doorbell..."