alemonkey
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First off, let me say that this whole thing is going to sound a little paranoid. But considering what I know about the situation, I think something really may have been going down.
Until last night, I thought my dog (a 3 year old yellow lab) was the most worthless watch dog ever. We've had people stay the night at our house who were getting into town at 1 AM after we went to bed, and they've come in and walked right past his bed without him even waking up.
I've never heard him bark at anything since we've had him. That includes stray dogs, rabbits, squirrels, possums, etc that have wandered into our back yard. So, I figured he'd respond to a threatening human by wagging his tail and rolling over for a tummy rub. He's just a big doofy baby.
Last night, about 10:30 we were getting ready for bed, when the dog went absolutely apescat. Barking, growling, whining, wanting to get outside. I got a really bad vibe and looked out the back door and thought I saw something. Couldn't be sure. Then the motion light in our backyard came on. It wasn't windy, so I doubt it was blowing leaves or anything like that.
At that point I yelled to my wife to grab our daughter and get to the basement. I can't explain it, but something just didn't feel right. I stuck them in the bedroom in the corner of the basement. I grabbed my shotgun, then dialed the police and waited in the basement with lights off until the police came. It felt like 30 minutes but it was more likely 10. The dog stayed upstairs, barking and growling the entire time.
Of course, they didn't find anyone on our property. They did see a guy walking down the street a couple of blocks away. Naturally, they didn't ask him any questions since he wasn't doing anything illegal. This is in a neighborhood where pretty much everyone but us is over 70, so no one goes for late night walks around here. Crime seems to have gotten worse in the area the last few years, with a guy getting stabbed a few months ago. Thank God we're moving in a few weeks. My thought is this guy was probably walking down the alley behind our house and decided to sneak around the garage to see what he could find.
Some may say I overreacted, but my intuition was telling me something was wrong. I'm not the type to jump when the floor creaks at night, and based on past experience with my dog I know he's never paid any attention to animals.
What should I have done different? My first thought was to get my wife and kid to the most secure place in the house. I made a concious decision to arm myself before calling for help. The windows in that room are covered by a deck (it's a non-conforming bedroom) so there was no way to them except through me.
One thing I am glad of is that I've thought this scenario through in my mind beforehand. I had already decided the point where we would retreat to, and my shotgun was ready to go. Normally I keep a handgun in the bedroom as a primary defense, with the shotgun in the safe in case I have time to retrieve it. In this situation I felt I had time to grab the shotgun, so I felt that plan worked well.
Any comments are welcome, even if you think I was being a paranoid freak
Until last night, I thought my dog (a 3 year old yellow lab) was the most worthless watch dog ever. We've had people stay the night at our house who were getting into town at 1 AM after we went to bed, and they've come in and walked right past his bed without him even waking up.
I've never heard him bark at anything since we've had him. That includes stray dogs, rabbits, squirrels, possums, etc that have wandered into our back yard. So, I figured he'd respond to a threatening human by wagging his tail and rolling over for a tummy rub. He's just a big doofy baby.
Last night, about 10:30 we were getting ready for bed, when the dog went absolutely apescat. Barking, growling, whining, wanting to get outside. I got a really bad vibe and looked out the back door and thought I saw something. Couldn't be sure. Then the motion light in our backyard came on. It wasn't windy, so I doubt it was blowing leaves or anything like that.
At that point I yelled to my wife to grab our daughter and get to the basement. I can't explain it, but something just didn't feel right. I stuck them in the bedroom in the corner of the basement. I grabbed my shotgun, then dialed the police and waited in the basement with lights off until the police came. It felt like 30 minutes but it was more likely 10. The dog stayed upstairs, barking and growling the entire time.
Of course, they didn't find anyone on our property. They did see a guy walking down the street a couple of blocks away. Naturally, they didn't ask him any questions since he wasn't doing anything illegal. This is in a neighborhood where pretty much everyone but us is over 70, so no one goes for late night walks around here. Crime seems to have gotten worse in the area the last few years, with a guy getting stabbed a few months ago. Thank God we're moving in a few weeks. My thought is this guy was probably walking down the alley behind our house and decided to sneak around the garage to see what he could find.
Some may say I overreacted, but my intuition was telling me something was wrong. I'm not the type to jump when the floor creaks at night, and based on past experience with my dog I know he's never paid any attention to animals.
What should I have done different? My first thought was to get my wife and kid to the most secure place in the house. I made a concious decision to arm myself before calling for help. The windows in that room are covered by a deck (it's a non-conforming bedroom) so there was no way to them except through me.
One thing I am glad of is that I've thought this scenario through in my mind beforehand. I had already decided the point where we would retreat to, and my shotgun was ready to go. Normally I keep a handgun in the bedroom as a primary defense, with the shotgun in the safe in case I have time to retrieve it. In this situation I felt I had time to grab the shotgun, so I felt that plan worked well.
Any comments are welcome, even if you think I was being a paranoid freak