I just woke up standing over my son with my shotgun pointed at him. The dog was in my house. It barked at me, that's why I woke up. That dog probably saved my sons life. What the hell is going on? Oh my god, I love my son more than anything else. I'm cleaning out all the ammo and giving it to Jim. Oh my god. The dog left. It dropped a utility bill. It had my name on it. 72 24th st. Ogden Marsh IA. I've never lived there. I need help. Can anyone really help me?