I came home yesterday and found the front door wide open.
The wife and I had taken the dogs to the park. We live alone, she and I, so we looked at each other with that ***?! look. I took the Doberman and went inside, telling her to stay in the car and call 911 if anything goes hinky.
Now, we suspected that she, being the last one out of the house, got distracted and forgot to shut the door. But she couldn't remember for sure. There were no other indications of something being wrong, just the front door wide freakin' open. If there had been any other indications of foulness going on, we would have called cops and stayed put. Nothing in that house is worth dying for.
As I came up to the front door, I'm listening closely to see if there are any noises from inside - there are none. Glance at the door jamb, no sign of forced entry. Four steps inside the door, I opened a drawer and pulled out my .44 Charter Arms Bulldog. Loaded, 5 200gr GDHP on tap. Proceeded to carefully enter and inspect each room, including garage, gun at low ready, ears and eyes alert, 90 lb Doberman at my side. All was clear, nothing disturbed, no other windows or doors ajar. The bulldog went back into the drawer and I summoned my wife to come inside. Whew.
I never felt undergunned or overgunned. If by some wild stretch of the imagination any shots had been exchanged, I might feel differently about that. I was, however, very glad to have my four footed helper as backup.
It's funny, the bulldog is my cheapest and least well-constructed handgun. It has the lowest round capacity of the 14 handguns we own. But it has most often been the one in my hand when a situation has presented. For that, it has earned a warm and fuzzy place in my heart.
For house clearing I can definitely say that a Doberman and a bulldog made me feel up to the task!
The wife and I had taken the dogs to the park. We live alone, she and I, so we looked at each other with that ***?! look. I took the Doberman and went inside, telling her to stay in the car and call 911 if anything goes hinky.
Now, we suspected that she, being the last one out of the house, got distracted and forgot to shut the door. But she couldn't remember for sure. There were no other indications of something being wrong, just the front door wide freakin' open. If there had been any other indications of foulness going on, we would have called cops and stayed put. Nothing in that house is worth dying for.
As I came up to the front door, I'm listening closely to see if there are any noises from inside - there are none. Glance at the door jamb, no sign of forced entry. Four steps inside the door, I opened a drawer and pulled out my .44 Charter Arms Bulldog. Loaded, 5 200gr GDHP on tap. Proceeded to carefully enter and inspect each room, including garage, gun at low ready, ears and eyes alert, 90 lb Doberman at my side. All was clear, nothing disturbed, no other windows or doors ajar. The bulldog went back into the drawer and I summoned my wife to come inside. Whew.
I never felt undergunned or overgunned. If by some wild stretch of the imagination any shots had been exchanged, I might feel differently about that. I was, however, very glad to have my four footed helper as backup.
It's funny, the bulldog is my cheapest and least well-constructed handgun. It has the lowest round capacity of the 14 handguns we own. But it has most often been the one in my hand when a situation has presented. For that, it has earned a warm and fuzzy place in my heart.
For house clearing I can definitely say that a Doberman and a bulldog made me feel up to the task!