One night, our dog (in the basement with her new pups) did something she never did. She growled. (There was a normal sized locked door to the back yard because we lived on the side of a hill.) I was on the main floor doing paperwork (a bit after midnight) when I heard her distant growl. The dog just never made noise so I was really concerned. I killed the lights, went upstairs to our bedroom to arm myself, popped a clip into my 9 mm, cycled in the first round, and went outside to circle around to the back.
As I poked my nose around the final turn, I could see a dark figure pulling at a piece of wood at the side of the door. (It should be pointed out that I had excellent night vision because of my slow, careful walk.) I was going to fire one round into the sky but when I pulled the trigger, 3 rounds went up in rapid, automatic fire before I could release the trigger. No, it wasn't a bump trigger. I had forgotten that I had (illegally) tricked the receiver into full auto firing. (I'd grabbed the wrong 9 mm!)
My next door neighbor had left town with his wife for a visit somewhere and left their teenage son at home alone. Hearing the gunfire just a few feet from him, the boy turned and ran straight to and through the tall hedge between our two houses leaving me to wonder just what that kid was trying to get into our basement for. (There was nothing in there but an expensive oil furnace needing repair, some rotten two by fours, four puppies and their mother.)
A week later, my wife and I went over for a visit but nobody mentioned the boy's adventure.
This was many, many years ago. I never sold any of my weapons but I'll be damned if I know where any of them are. I don't remember whatever happened to the dog, either. The pups were all given away. Old age taking its tole on my brain.