.....I was awake but not up when my dog went ballistic this morning. It wasn't his normal "I hear a motorcycle 5 miles away" bark. It was his "Dad, get the hell up, somebody's on the porch" bark. I picked up the CW45 and peeked around the corner and looked down to the foyer and could see somebody on the porch. I eased down the stairs and peeked out again and saw the light of a small flash light and could tell that somebody was holding a clipboard. I went around through the kitchen and slipped up to the front door, still out of sight, and turned on the porch light. Well, lo and behold, there stood a Sheriff's deputy with clip board in hand, serving me with papers re: a car accident my daughter had last June. I opened the door with the CW behind the door where he couldn't see it and said, "You do know that when you knock on somebody's door at 6:30 in the morning that there's a good chance they may have their gun, don't you?" He didn't reply. I walked back a few feet and put mine on a table. All he said was something like, "Yeah, I needed to start early today, though....have a lot to deliver." Geez Louise, it was my off day and he messed up my sleep in.