My middle son Brian was about three or four, and we lived next door to some wonderful people. We all loved each other, and they were great neighbors. However, one day Brian was home and wanted to visit next door. He took himself over and pushed on the door, as he couldn’t reach the door bell. He walked in, looked around and seeing no one, proceeded upstairs.
My neighbor, who was home alone, heard someone enter, and start to walk upstairs. She went to the drawer where she kept her "just in case "pistol,, brought it out, released the safety and proceeded to meet the intruder. She was shocked when she saw Brian coming up the stairs and quickly put the pistol away.
She sheepishly told me the story, and was very upset by her actions.
They quickly installed a long rawhide thong with a cow bell attached to their mail box, and it was called, from that time on, Brian’s Bell.
My neighbor, who was home alone, heard someone enter, and start to walk upstairs. She went to the drawer where she kept her "just in case "pistol,, brought it out, released the safety and proceeded to meet the intruder. She was shocked when she saw Brian coming up the stairs and quickly put the pistol away.
She sheepishly told me the story, and was very upset by her actions.
They quickly installed a long rawhide thong with a cow bell attached to their mail box, and it was called, from that time on, Brian’s Bell.
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