Last year I had a close call...It was 2-3am and our Lab/Dalmation mix was going nuts, he never barked as violently before and my fiance woke me up frantically telling me to "go check". Yes, I was scared, the type of scared you get after watching a scary movie and having to go pee upstairs and the lights are off. So I grabbed my PT92, racked it, flipped the safety off and headed downstairs. Checked the bedrooms, checked all the doors/windows. Meanwhile he was still going at it by the sliding glass door that goes from the kitchen to the fenced backyard, I could see that the gate was still shut and locked. I flipped on the light outside, slung the door open, there was my fiance's sister. Stumbling around drunk trying to get their dog in the house. They live in the other half of the duplex.