I came home yesterday to a .32 H&R (whatever the hell that is) revolver at my back door. I let the dogs inside and glanced over, thinking that the neighbor boys mistakenly discarded their toy. As I picked it up, however, I knew by its weight that it wasn't a toy. I called Scout and he sternly told me to lock myself inside the house, call the cops, and wait for him to get home.
Him and the cops arrived at the same time, and when we went outside, there were things I didn't notice because of the absolute shock I was in the first time I went out there. Someone's sweatshirt had been ripped off, and a brick from our fire pit had been knocked over. There was also a holster laying on the other side of the yard. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall so I knew why in the HELL someone felt compelled to leave a gun in our yard.
The gun ended up not being loaded, and all the dogs were fine. I'd like to think that my sweet Daisy flipped the switch when she saw a stranger in the yard, chased him (causing him to trip over the fire pit), got a hold of his sweatshirt as he climbed the fence, and caused him to drop his gun before escaping to the other side.
It's more probable that someone just threw the gun over the fence in an attempt to get rid of evidence, but it makes me feel better to consider the possibility that someone is walking around with a huge chunk out of his or her ass.