Quote: Originally Posted by CDNBear
Depends on the level of threat he poses.
Actually, the last time some moron brought grief to our home, SCB punched the guy in the mouth so hard he flew off the front porch. Then proceeded to chased him down the driveway in her purple housecoat and fuzzy pink slippers.
All he did was utter a threat.
OK, that's funny! Last (& only) one to break into my house,
came in through my backdoor (which I don't lock) while I
was at work. My buddys camcorder was sitting on top of
my fridge a couple feet from the door, etc.....
I remember the day. I came home from work at noon. It was
February and -27c. I came around the backside of my house
and the outside wooden door was closed, but the inside metal
door was open. It was very quiet.
I quietly walked up my back steps and opened the exterior door,
planning to look inside and listen....and ended up in a rolling ball
on my deck with the Rottweiler 'till he recognized me.
I've a landing just inside my backdoor, with a short flight of stairs
up, and a longer flight going down. I use to keep my recyclables
at the top of the top flight of stairs. There were pop bottles and
stuff everywhere, part of the sleive off of a parka, some blood,
etc....& nothing missing. I think word spread. I expected the
police and animal services or bylaw enforcement, etc... to
show up on my doorstep but that never happened. I never
reported the break-in...and even (through the grapevine) found
out who entered my home.
Dude was an adict that lived across the street and 5 houses
down. Figured he gotten his punishment already, and I didn't
want the authorities questioning me about my critters. I'd wave
at the dude and smile
after that whenever I saw him. Never
had the urge to talk to him, 'cuz I didn't trust myself to not
mention that I knew.
Last edited by Ron in Regina; Dec 15th, 2011 at 10:46 PM..Reason: Inserted pic.