I have always locked my doors and windows, I guess being in a high crime area and having my car broken into a couple of times taught me that. I will always remember one night tho. I was awakened by lights flashing around in my backyard and I couldn’t figure out why my dog wasn’t barking so I got up to find several people with large flashlights sweeping my yard with light.
I opened my patio glass door to find out what was going on and a man said, “Police officers, Mam. Please step away from the window.” Still sleep confused, I asked, “What’s going on?”. He responded, “Murder suspect… armed and dangerous was spotted in your backyard. He may have left the area, but we are doing a house to house search anyway. We will be around to your house soon to search your yard and answer your questions then Mam.”
“Ok now this IS spooky!” I thought to myself. I was all alone and according to my neighbor who told me about it all later as we waited for the search to conclude at 3 am, this is what happened…
Evidently the police gave chase to this guy who had shot someone in a parking lot. He abandoned the car a block from my house on a dead end road and set off on foot hopping backyard fences. The thud that was made as he jumped over our mutual fence, woke my neighbor and as he went to his window to investigate, he saw the guy crouched down behind my fence, feeling secure at the thought he had escaped.
My neighbor then went on to explain in amusement, that the suspects feeling of elation lasted about 30 secs as he turned around to find my Norweigan Elkhound bearing quickly down upon him with bared teeth. Solomon had proceeded to give chase to the opposite corner of the yard, and as the guy scaled over the next fence, the dog came close to nearly taking a chunk out of his backside.
Needless to say, I am so glad that I had my dog. Silly me, slept through the whole thing. I am only thankful that it happened so fast that the guy didn’t think about shooting Solomon. The police had said that night that a dog was the best security anyone could have.
I still smile to this day when I think about it. Solomon was the biggest sweetie of a dog… not the sharpest knife in the drawer… but a great guard dog none the less and definitely proved his worth that day. He got the royal treatment for being my protector until he died at the ripe old doggie age of 15.
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!