Two dogs, both Minature Dauschunds. One is a long haired named D'Arcy and she was abandoned by her previous owner who left her on a busy street with a dirty pillow and bowl of water. The other, Demi, is a shorthaired. D'Arcy picked her from a litter of pups at a friend's and brought her home.
Not long after D'Arcy came to live with me we had a very scary incident. One night, after returning from the range, I was sitting on my bed cleaning the handguns I'd used. I had four or five guns broken down and was watching tv and cleaning away. I'd do all the barrels, then the slides, finally the frames and wipe down the mags.
Suddenly we heard glass break in the livingroom and the door to the porch open. D'Arcy jumped off the bed and rushed barking into the living room. I frantically put one of my guns back together while calling 911 at the same time. There wer growls and the sound of things getting knocked over in the living room. I finally had a gun back together, slapped in one loaded mag left over from the days shooting and moved down behind the bed. I was just waiting for someone to come through the bedroom door.
Everything in the living room got quiet. I didn't hear anything from D'Arcy, no sounds at all. I had no idea what had happened and all I could do was call to her and hope the police arrived before I had to shoot somebody. Fortunately, they showed up almost at once.
D'Arcy, brave as a dog ten times her 11 pounds, was alive. That was good. But the scene was not something I'll ever forget.
Here is one of the crime scene photos.
Warning, Graphic Content.