911 Calls, Drunk People, and Mystery Dogs. Also, There Were Coyotes.
Don’t worry. By the time you’re finished reading this, that title will make sense to you and you can go on with the same foundations of reality that you’ve known for so long with nothing being significantly altered. Okay. So on Saturday night, that is to say last night, I heard my mom screaming. I really hate the sound of my mom or sister screaming. It is almost always unnecessary and is never anything but annoying and alarming. Anyway, my mom was screaming “Ken”, and of course Ken couldn’t hear her; he was either asleep or listening to music. I got up and briskly walked out of my door to see what was going on. My mom was trying to pick up Aurora and bring her down the hallway. She said to get Ken so I did. Then, talking to Ken, she said, “There’s someone trying to open our front door”. So I walked back into my room and got a bat that I have under my bed. (Yes, it’s weird. Yes, TMI Nick. Well everyone else in this state has guns or tasers or dogs so comparatively it’s not incredibly weird. It’s still incredibly weird, yeah.)
We walked through the house, turning off lights and looking through windows. We found nothing but a deer running across our driveway. Mom said she’d heard the steps outside the front door creaking as if someone was walking up them and then moving of the doorknob. I asked her if she saw anybody or anything; she didn’t even look. We have vertical windows on either side of our front door and she didn’t so much as glance at them. But we’ll say that’s understandable, given the possibility that someone could be standing at the front door at that time.
After asking Ken if she should call the police and waiting for a response that didn’t come, she called the police. A few minutes later, a police car with spotlights on its roof was driving up and down our street. The cop found muddy child-sized handprints on our front step and door. They found nothing else. Then they left.
Immediately afterward, mom began trying to rationalize what had happened, saying “I’m not crazy”. She went on to suggest that a drunken vagrant might be wandering around the neighborhood. Then, she concluded that it MUST have been the black and white dog that we’ve seen many times before. She said, and this is true, that “maybe the dog has Alzheimer’s and thinks this is his house”. Are you fucking serious? It’s more likely that a drunken vagrant actually WAS wandering through our yard, up our front steps to our door.
So yes, a dog with Alzheimer’s, thinking this was his home, walked up our steep steps to the door and proceeded to attempt to turn the doorknob… with what? Does the dog also have thumbs? Perhaps this is a special dog- one that not only has Alzheimer’s but also has thumbs. Yes, THUMBS *facepalm*
All of these caps are exhausting my narrating voice. Okay, let’s continue.
So I stayed up until about 3:30. Really, though, it was 2:30. The time change is today and we “lose an hour”. Before calming down and going to sleep, my step-dad knocked on my door. He told me that they’d seen a pack of coyotes (Sound familiar? xD) running into the woods on the opposite side of the street and that maybe that’s what it was. I have no idea what it was or if it was my mom’s paranoia. Well, anyway, I thought that was worth sharing.
