GB’s dog, GP, has been living with me since they moved in almost a year ago now. I’ve heard her bark when we’ve taken her to the park and another dog was nearby. I’ve heard her growl when we play the “my toy” game. But until this morning, I’ve never seen her bark and growl in a frightening manner.
I was upstairs doing my thing as the shower water warmed up when I heard a great commotion downstairs. GP was barking and growling and bashing up against the door and the window by the door. She was loud and forceful and my heart just started going in super-quick motion.
I came tearing out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but my delicates, and high-tailed it into GB’s room. It was closer than my room. I grabbed his Springfield XD and its mag. I went carefully down the stairs while jamming the mag into the XD and getting it ready should I be about to face an intruder.
I arrived in the living room to find GP terrifying a man who was underneath our front window wearing a hood over his head. He had a white trash bag in his hand, which he dropped under the window as he retreated to his truck.
His FedEx truck.
Ay, ay ay.
False alarm, praise God.
He was wearing a jacket because it was cold and looked about ready to storm. We had received two boxes, which he had thought to wrap up in a waterproof trash bag before placing them out of sight of the street and under the overhang below our front window.
I safed the XD and retrieved my robe before venturing out on the porch to retrieve our packages. All the while I’m thinking… “Did I handle this surprise intruder drill okay? If it hadn’t have been a mock exercise, was I prepared? Does our around-the-house gun-placement strategy work? Or do we need to move some firearms to place them in better positions if and when a real emergency happens?”
What a day to get all of this adrenaline pumping! I’m home, sick as a dog. I think I just used up all of my energy protecting myself from the FedEx guy.