Wow ... what a story Hex!! Glad everyone is fine and this wasn't a violent crime story. Oh ... BTW ... nice job throwing your neighbors under the bus so the next "thief" knows better to go to THEIR houses next time!! That's the best deterrent .... put up a sign that reads "Items of value can be found at the houses on either side of this one!!"
Haha.. well.. you'd have to know exactly where I lived to figure out what neighbors I might be referring to. Unless the perp from my garage is reading this, I don't think I'm giving anyone any ideas..heh
This story was really pretty uneventful but I just thought the whole thing with the dog an all was interesting. Trust me, I've got a few crazier stories than this one; one of which was a MUCH worse and more seriously dangerous situation that involves intruders at home.
I'm just not willing to post those publicly.
Actually.. I will give you one 'home intruder' story, but this is more of a funny one than a 'scary' one . (by 'scary' I mean anything requiring serious action or defense.. this wasn't one of those) This was not reported to to the police, but there was really no reason to. It does however involve me employing the use of a pistol though against an 'intruder'.
This was when I was living in what was more of a 'real' apartment than I do now. It was still a relatively small town but by no means anything like the 'country' town I live in now. The houses on my street were all very close to the road and very close to each other; generally with just a few feet of walk space between them. It is perhaps worth mentioning though that there were a bunch of kids that thought they were a gang that hung around the area and were involved in extremely petty crime. These kids were a joke, but even a joke can be dangerous in the right circumstances. This has nothing to do with the story, I'm just setting the scene and trying to explain that this wasn't a high crime area or anything but also not a place to be completely unprepared.
Anyway, I lived on the ground floor apartment of what was also the bottom level of a two-story house but this was more a type of house that was clearly apartments. I cant explain it better than that, but you probably know what I mean. Anyway, I was sitting around waiting for my girlfriend at the time to come over (who is now my fiancee for a few years now that Iives with me here). It was late afternoon in mid-summer and I had come in from being out somewhere. I was settling in and shirtless, but still had my pants on (and therefore also belt and holstered pistol). I had intentionally left the door unlocked so she could just walk in; assuming I might not hear her knock if I was in the bedroom just relaxing on the bed with the AC on. (It was hot and that was the only room with AC) So, I'm sitting in there a while and suddenly I hear yelling from what seems to be INSIDE my apartment right outside the bedroom door.
I hear, "CHEYANNE ! CHEYAAAANNE !" (obviously a person's name, but I don't know any Cheyanne.)
So, I start to jump up but before I'm even fully off the bed, and mid "CHEYANNE !", my bedroom doom pops open. There stands a kid, maybe between 17 and 21, with a full armload of what appeared to be audio equipment. Computer speakers or something; I never got the best look at it honestly. Now, you've got to understand this next part all happened so incredibly fast, there wasn't much time for thought. I instinctively started drawing my pistol before I even made it to a full stand. I did have enough clarity though , even in the moment, to recognize as I'm drawing that this kid is not a threat and I only just barely cleared the holster. The gun was never pointed anywhere near the kid. Now before I even got the slightest chance to say a word, the kid had the look of ultimate terror on his face and he turned and bolted for the door. I'm surprised he didn't drop all the stuff he was carrying. I quickly holstered the gun and tried to follow him to the front door but by the time I even cleared the bedroom he was already going out the front.
The only thing I hear as he's flying off the porch was "WRONG HOUSE !" and he took off down the street a bit and back into the car that he presumably came out of to deliver some stuff to 'Cheyanne'
True story, every word.

I couldn't stop laughing and then neither could my then girlfriend when she got there and I told it to her.