Tim was getting dressed when he 'froze'. All of a sudden, he was grabbing his pants in unseemly haste and running out the bedroom door. I had been waking up slowly. Suddenly not being awake was no longer an issue. Tim heard a man's voice and a woman's voice. Right in the vicinity our front door, talking low. Tim was down the stairs in a flash, and out the front door. I was right behind him in my bathrobe with the dog. By that point, the neighbor's dog was going crazy in their yard. Nothing appears to been taken or disturbed, but it is a little unnerving. We live out in the 'boonies' and you do not expect strangers turning up in your front yard before 5 AM.
We've got forty-eleven guns in the house. Tim is a hunter, and the boys are hunters and when our neighbor passed, he wanted Tim to have his gun collection, and then there are the swaps, and lord knows, I cannot keep up with all of this. I stopped counting them long ago. Now Tim wants a pistol. I think he may be using this shocking event as leverage to get something that he's always wanted anyway.
He should be ashamed of himself.
I'd never do such a thing.
But one of Mikey's rescued pups might not be a bad idea. She has three that look the image of our Buck, but younger and sprier...