I worked nights when I lived in Washington. I didn’t get home until roughly 3 am. I also have little ones here at home. My youngest started kindergarten the fall of this story. So, we’d get up at 7 am every day and get ready for school. (No, I didn’t get much sleep!)
One morning about 6am, I was awoken by my own dogs going berserk. I went downstairs to see what the matter was. The living room light was on. I could see a dog outside my sliding glass window. Here was a very pretty golden retriever at my sliding glass door trying to get into my house! She was all teeth and snarles inbetween wags of her tail and happy barks. But something was wrong with her when I looked into her eyes. I quickly locked up my own dogs where she couldn’t see them, hoping she’d go away. But no! She continued to bark, growl and paw at my door trying to get in!
It was like some bad Cujo farce! The dog is out there trying to get in… I’m home alone with the kids and not going to put myself into a situation where I could get bit or worse… It was time for other kids in the neighborhood to start being out and about for school…
So, it’s still o’dark thirty, neighbors were sleeping or getting up and starting to move around for the day, and this dog is psychotic! I remembered that my slider is not locked. I didn’t know how desperately this dog wanted in and if she wanted to eat my dogs or my kids. I’m really starting to worry about it. I think, “if she paws at the door enough, she might start getting it to move… What will I do if she gets into the house?”
First, I called animal control and left a message on their machine. I waited twenty minutes with no call back, no response. This dog just wasn’t giving up! She’s getting more and more agitated as time goes by. So I call 911 and it takes some time time for the police to respond.
First, I received a call from the local police department. He told me that they thought it was just a “typical dog complaint” and they didn’t read the report at first. But, something made the officer read it in depth. (They called me back twenty minutes after I called 911. The officer showed up pretty promptly when I mention it’s time for kids to be out and about for school.)
When the officer arrived, I was watching out my bedroom window upstairs. Pretty Cujo growled and snarled at the officer. He pulled out his taser and she started to run off. He called her back to him. She came back, wagged her tail and growled at him some more. He checked her tags and called her people. Come to find out, she lived on the other side of the complex! She’s wasn’t really Cujo after all! Just some poor, confused dog that just wanted to come inside. Her people came and got her. I didn’t even get an apology from them. They just took her and left.
By now, my neighbors had been rudely awakened. I’m sure they were thinking it was my dogs just going nuts. I heard a few complaints about my dogs including Animal Services dog noise complaint. My slider was all scratched up from Cujo’s nails digging at the glass. And best of all, I hadn’t even gotten 4 measley hours of sleep! All for the love of dogs!