Last Thursday I came home to find my satellite dish, bike, and my freaking doormat stolen. The bike was chained around a wooden patio fence around the apartment. So they just broke the fence.
That's good, if anything good can come from something like this. At least you don't have to deal with confronting the guy you know about the fact that he broke into your place. edit: get a dog. Someone will just try another pad if there's a dog raising hell, and fixin' to tear their face off.
Probably the best idea for security.. it's up there with the Alarm system. Do you have a security system?
That is horrible I worry about this type of crap I know it sounds bad. . but any idea how they picked you? Do you think they watched you before hand? Knew you had some good stuff? That kind of Random Crap scares me more than the planned stuff You can look out for the Planned stuff [who watching you . . who u let in your house] but random . . . Rocket River
When I was a kid in 3rd Ward we used to get robbed all the time. It got to a point where my mom just stopped buying stuff for the house (like TV's, phones, etc). The only time I actually remember getting robbed was when some dudes kicked in the back door (while me and my dad were home) and cleaned us out. That Ford/Honda dealership near the dome jacked me once. After a wreck I took my car in to get fixed. After it was repaired I went to pick it up....but the radio, speakers and amp were all gone. The sad part is the bastards were about to give me my car back like nothing happened.
I got mugged in the middle of a convenience store in NW Houston a year ago. The guy came up from behind and started choking me. Next thing I know I was on the ground face up, and he was wailing on my face. After about 5 direct punches to the face he got up. As I was getting up he took some money I had in my jacket. Since then, I dedicated myself to physical fitness and Shaolin martial arts. Now at 160 lbs, I can bench 225 lbs and I think I can defend myself better. Funny thing was I had a .380 Kel Tech on me, and I didnt even consider using it.
my parents were robbed on march 10th. i was actually staying there over spring break. i went to the rockets game that night (against denver) and my parents were coming home from the mall around 9pm. 3 guys came up from behind them and forced them in the garage. the tied them up and put a jacket over their heads. one guy had a gun to my dads head, while the other two robbed the house. when i came home around 2AM, there were 6 cop cars outside the house. 4 cops outside the house. i seriously thought my parents were hurt or worse...
sorry....a pit bull is the best option. you dont have to pay a monthly fee for one either. my bro had a pit bull. someone tried broke into his apt. the guy put one foot in and got his ass bit and ran away...
Well at least your car didn't get stolen; found striped without a dashboard, front bumper, hood, fenders, engine parts, and they had the nerve to take the shift knob too. This happened about 2 weeks ago. I have a friend who's nextdoor neighbor broken into and got shot and died for some playstation games and DVD's. This is getting redicoulus.
Years ago, maybe 10 or more, some guys broke into our house while nobody was home in the middle of the day. My grandparents were living with us at the time and had gone somewhere with my aunt. She was bringing them back home when they pulled up and saw a van that they didn't recognize in our driveway and the door wide open. My grandpa got out his pocket knife and walked into the house and the bastards all got scared and ran away. They were loading up jewelry, tvs, steroes, etc. They all ran off into a field behind our house and left their van. It's funny when I think about it, but then it occurs to me what could have happened if these assholes realized they could have taken my grandpa no problem, especially if they ganged up on him. I'm glad that never occured to them. A couple of months ago, some guy tried to steal our van, the one that got totalled. He picked the passenger side lock and the alarm went off. My dad turned on the porch light, but didn't go out and wasn't really sure what happened. The next morning, I'm about to take my sister to school when I see this weird metallic koleadiscope looking thing inbetween the front seats. At first I thought it was some weird perfume bottle of my sisters, then I realize she opened her door before I had pressed the alarm button and then I looked at the ignition switch and the casing around the steering column had been pried open and then I realized that the metallic thing was a flashlight. My dad didn't investigate what happened outside and then even though the guy left some evidence behind, he didn't call the cops. A couple of nights later, the guy accross the street from us with a newer dodge van than ours had the same thing happen to him and he called the police right away and it turns out that dodge caravans were being targeted in our part of town. I guess the chop shops really need the parts.
lol, i got a black lab too. too bad he's all bark and no bite. smart theives would just throw him a tennis ball and go to town on my place.
Man, that's horrible. Glad they're OK. I would rather something like that happen to me than my parents.
Damn, this is why when I finish school and move to Austin, I am NOT getting a place close to the campus.
This thread makes me sad, maybe it is time to put up that internet camera system as part of standard alarms. DD
Good dogs, really good dogs are hard to find. I've been lucky to have two. The Wonder Dog, who saved my ass and my wife's on more than one occassion, and the dog we have now. The Wonder Dog rarely barked. He would show his teeth and growl, and if you didn't split, cross the street, change direction... something like that, he'd start growling louder, really bare his enormous white teeth, which really stood out from his black coat, and begin advancing towards you, staying in front of my wife or myself. He was a marvel. There was a guy interested in my wife, a "friend," who came by once when he knew I wasn't home. The Wonder Dog never stayed in the back yard, unless he felt like it, because he could climb anything up to at least 8 feet. Climb it and/or jump it. Never had to dig. Well, this cat walks up to the front door, and knocks on it. The W.D. hears him from the back of the house, jumps the fence, and comes at him from behind. He trapped him between the door and the way off the porch. Everytime the fellow made a move, he growled louder, showed more teeth, and took another step towards him. My wife watched it all from a window. After a very long time, with sweat pouring off the guy's face, and him scared ****less, my sweetie calmly opens the door, and without saying a word to W.D., asked the fellow what he wanted. He stammers, "Uh, nothing... nothing! I just remembered I have to go somewhere. Can you call off the dog? Please??" She simply says, "Let him go, W.D.," who steps back a couple of feet, still looking intently at the guy, and growling under his breath, lets him high-tail it to his car. What a dog. I'll never have another like him. I can't say his real name, although The Wonder Dog was his real nickname, because so many people knew him. It'd be a giveaway to who I am, lol. Sorry for the long story. I miss him.
