Due to two big ass dogs, I sincerely doubt anyone would be in the house. If they were, count me in on the turn around and leave. Luckily, we live right down the block from the police station, so I'd run over there.

My work knives (one in purse, one in computer case) are a very sharp 2" (but it doesn't have a hilt, so dodgy) and a 3" SOG that's mot messing around. For opening packages, right?

If someone got me into my bedroom, then it's the 7" SOG and not the sword but the kendo practice sword. One to create distance, one to slash with.

Okay, I feel a bit better about finishing the series now.

Maybe I'll put the 3" SOG into the purse instead.

Timelies all!

Ooh, new thread smell!

Re: Kindly Brontosaurus- This is one of the things that makes me glad I don't have to deal with the public as part of my job.

Due to two big ass dogs, I sincerely doubt anyone would be in the house.

There is that. I know that at least once the scary looking and noisy doberman has scared off an intruder.

Question--if you open the door to your house and it sounds like maybe someone's in there, or something's up, what's the time/distance to your first effective weapon, and what weapon in it.

3-4 seconds, bayonet. Though in reality, I'd probably leave and call the cops from my car.

Oz is probably my best weapon. If he is not flipping out or urinating on the intruder in question, he's probably dead.

Remember, your voice is your best weapon!

My only “weapons” are my two big shepherds. They, too, have scared off at least one person trying to break into our house.

Older brother has supposedly agreed to go into a 6 day detox program. Little brother has agreed to clean up his own act after older bro gets out and goes job searching. Promises promises. I wish older bro would just stroke out already, I can't deal with his shit, or with my family enabling him, and I won't visit my parents until he's no longer living with them (in my bedroom). I tried to disown his ass in highschool and I wish I'd stuck to my guns instead of this fake shit I've been living with where I play nice so my parents don't hate me for being a cold bitch.

Was supposed to have today off, but there were things that needed doing, and then omg there were Things That Needed Doing on top of those things and why did I think things would be less crazy after the gala?! I have a volunteer group for six hours that I need to set up projects for, and despite the fact that it rained all last week, with a spectacular deluge on Friday, we've been running around like crazy with sprinklers today on wilting plants (I think more to do with the heat than the soil being dry).

And then two hours lost for me and intern on a useless fucking docent who doesn't know his shit and I should have had the balls to say "see ya next year!" when he failed his first practice tour.

Yeah, nobody's going to break in if they've paid any attention at all. TNG may be a weenie, but she's a GSD and she barks at everyone.

Good thing, too, because I have no weapons near the front door, unless you count my running shoes or a dog leash.