This is exactly right. Welcome to my favorite murder, the Mini, so that's Karen, that's Georgia, and we're going to read your stuff to you. It's 7:00 a.m. on Sunday morning.

OK, are you ready? I'm so ready. My cocker spaniel saved me from getting kidnapped. Hello, MFM family. I great love your podcast.

We'll get right to the point because I'm a professor and school's about to start in life is chaos. Hell yeah.

OK, when I was a kid I had a cocker spaniel, sassy little such a kid's dog's name. Sassy.

Did you used to get sassy magazine. Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. I think I knew it but didn't get it.

Sassy magazine was bad like they used to have Teen Vogue or some teen version of a fashion magazine and then they got rid of it and they put out Sassy and it was like the 90s is amazing.

Like most real Gen X current, Kurt and Courtney were on the cover like it was so badass. It was look up old old. I was going to say episodes of it because it's really anyhow, huh? Sassy, who was scared of a lot of things. She would pee on herself when people came to the door. And I do that to you about or if anyone tried to pet her when we were out on a walk, well, maybe she just had to pee all the time.

Generally, she found people that weren't my family terrifying. Oh, I've always been interested in animals. Turned out that turn that passion into a career. I'm a psychologist who studies how animals think and reason, and now I have the best job ever. Yes, you do all this shit.

Come over and talk to Elvis. I mean, me.

Is this a person that's like watching videos of apes using tools and they don't talk to my cat?

Do you really not compare differently? No, this is the first thing I think. Did you see that the video it was a viral video of a it was some kind of an ape or chimpanzee that was using a stick and fire to roast marshmallows. No, it's the great I thought you were going to say the gorilla who's in the kiddie pool and turning around and dancing and going crazy. Did you see it really shows how they think. They really think I got a dance.

Yeah, ok. OK. I play games with dogs for science. Oh I didn't I should have finished that so I would take our dogs. We had another one who isn't in the story, but she was awesome to go to the field at the school about a block from our house to work on their obedience training. One day I was there with Sasha and this guy approached me and tried to talk to me. He didn't get very close because as soon as you came near me, nervous, little sassy went nuts.

She started barking and growling and lunging at this guy. This was a dog who usually peed herself and hid behind me when she saw a stranger and he or she was going on the attack. The guy walked away and I felt kind of bad that she'd acted that way. Innocent little me thought that he was maybe trying to ask for directions or something. Yeah, yeah. Adults don't ask kids for help. That was in parentheses. The next day I was at the grocery store with my dad and saw sketches of the same guy posted on the community announcements board at the front of the store.

So apparently he had been trying to lure kids away from schools in the area and police were trying to find him. I told my dad and a few days later they reported on the evening news that he had been arrested from then on. I've always trusted my dog's instincts more than my own. Yeah, I think everyone is great until proven otherwise, and it has served me well on more than one occasion. On a happy note, my fiance and my fiance, I say, and I met through our dogs, we were both looking to rent houses that were big, dog friendly and kept running into each other at the same rental house.

Oh, that's the most precious cute I've ever heard. I see you again. Would you think of the last one?

Right. I mean, it did smell terrible. It was crazy. Do you like wallpaper?

I only got wallpaper of dogs.

Sorry. And our dogs are going to be the maid of honor and best man at our wedding.

Oh, my God. These are the best human beings that have ever existed in parentheses. She wrote, yep, we're those people stay sexy, don't get murdered and always trust your dog, Elin. I love it.

Oh, my God. But Elvis and me, we couldn't be in the wedding.

Can you just let them know they're just wandering around licking stuff? There's an order.

You know, I wanted them to work in the wedding. It was cater waiter. Expensive. Yeah, just right. They were the bartenders.

Oh, my God. I'm just like little gin and tonics on their backs.

Oh, well, kitties. OK, that was amazing huh.

That. Those are very sweet people. I love what's her name. I'm sorry, Alan. Alan. Thank you, Alan. All right. OK, this one's by Aubrey. It's called the subject was my dog helped catch a murderer. Yes. OK, my hometown murder. I always skip the nice stuff. What does that say about me?

That I know that you. Well, we don't want to come off as like congratulatory, but it's so I just worry. But it is really nice and it's what they wrote. It is what they wrote and it's nice.

And I don't want people to think I don't want them. I don't want people to think that they didn't. They just started with their anyways. Right. My hometown murder happened in 1999 when I was eight years old in Racine, Wisconsin, which is about halfway between Milwaukee and Chicago on Lake Michigan. She can't remember any of the names and she apologizes.

But I swear this happened. My sister and I were playing in our backyard in June of ninety nine. We lived in town. We lived in towns of our yard and our neighbor's yard were only separated by a four foot chain link fence. Suddenly, a man wearing only boxer shorts and carrying a knife ran into my neighbor's yard from the alley, followed by two police officers. The officers yelled at my sister, me to get in the house and lock the doors.

My two sister, my two sisters ran. But of course I froze in fear. And she says, or now, knowing my interest in murder, maybe I froze with intrigue.

Yeah, I'm going with that. During the commotion, the man in the boxers attempted to jump over the chain link fence into our yard, however, are usually docile, harmless black lab max attack the man's foot and he decided to jump over the fence to the front yard instead.

I don't I don't want to move. I don't want to know what would have happened if that man made it into my yard where I stood paralyzed. The police managed to detain him in a street in front of our house. After their ordeal, they came back to our front door and explained the situation. It turns out this guy had raped and murdered his ex-girlfriend and her fifteen year old daughter. They were found stabbed to death in their apartment when the police arrived at his house to arrest him.

He wasn't there and couldn't be found for months. When they found him, he was camped out in the woods near my house woods that my 12 year old sister walked past alone every day.

No, to get to and from school.

No, when they found the woods and the woods chopped down all the woods.

Meirong Yeah. OK, good to know when they found him, he was Siliciano.

You're just trying to solve the problem. I mean, when they found him he ran and thus entered and ended up in my neighbor's yard. And just to make this story even better, when Max attacked this guy's leg, he bit him so hard that he broke his ankle. Good boy. Yes. And the guy couldn't run anymore. The police wanted to meet our dog to formally thank him for his service. Max got a honorary police dog award, which I'm sure they just made up on the spot, but it was still sweet.

Are you to cry? Maybe I need some protein. I'm obviously having big feelings about everything I'm hearing today, but Bill's in tears. In tears. Yeah, and then I.

I am sweating. Yeah. It's all of the all the temperatures.

That's unbelievable. Boy, Mac, she laid eyes on that murderer. Yeah. I wonder if she hadn't been if she had run in with her scaredy cat sisters she wouldn't have seen it on her own.

Two eyes girl. I mean, that's why you always stay and watch.

Always, always be a gocher. That's a good one. This one is for it's from Atlanta. It's a story from Atlanta, Georgia. Karen, Stephen and fur babies. God damn you. I wanted to share with you the night our pup pupper man strike to our puppet. Charlie saved us from being murdered while I panicked and apparently changed outfits three times before the police even got there. OK, so my husband Brian and I had gone to see Paranormal Activity two and we headed back to our tiny bungalow overlooking the cute shops, police station and restaurants in historic Norcross, Georgia.

Sounds adorable. It's a little suburb right out of Atlanta's perimeter. We went to bed fairly early because Brian had to fly out early the next morning for work.

But we were awoken in terror by our springer spaniel going absolutely crazy at about 3:00 a.m. That's just the middle of the night.

Paranormal activity. Yeah, not what you want. Not cool. Springer Spaniel.

It's never darker than at three am. I knew the second that I heard his bark that something was really wrong. No, it was like no bark I'd ever heard from him or any other dog. Oh boy. We both immediately jumped up and started running toward the barking. Our tiny bungalow had a waist high white picket fence all the way around it with a big wraparound Southern style front porch.

The side door was glass and had the wavy old window panes and Charlie starts going nuts attacking the window. When we look up, there's a man standing there staring at us with his arms casually by his side, rocking back and forth with the most terrifying smile on his face.

No, I'm already scared because, you know, I don't like sliding glass doors because, like on the ground floor, because you can't all you can see is your reflection when the lights are on. That's right. That's not OK. You have that? No.

Yeah, I have that end. That was just in a movie where we were talking about, oh, my God, that's so perfect. And turn the light off and it's it's someone inside at night. Yeah. With all the with all windows going, I feel someone is outside but I now I know they can see me and I can't see them.

I'm just going to live in a box so it's happening.

OK, so Brian who was buck naked screamed at me to get our gun. Holy shit. I was always scared of having guns in the house. So we had a shotgun with no bullets. So I got the empty gun from the closet and Brian's still naked, cracked it and helped held it through the window.

While I phoned someone's Canadian, I phoned 911 while as I'm waiting on the operator, my husband tells me that I have to go back and check the porch. He was convinced this guy was the distraction and that more were coming in the back.

Oh my God, no. This is what the fuck? Yeah, yeah, yes. OK, by this point, I'm totally out of my mind with panic. The dog is still going berserk. My husband is naked and holding the empty gun. I don't seem to be some sort of drugged out zombie, but but luckily I didn't see anyone in back by this point. The guy now has crossed his arms and is leaning his face against the window, staring at Brian through the glass.

He's that close, just smiling, giggling and whispering things under his. No, no, no, no, no. He didn't break eye contact with Brian, which somehow made it even more terrifying. Dude, our home was just a few blocks from the police station. You could literally stand on the front porch and see the station. So once I was on the phone with the 911 operator, she was like, describe him. So I did.

And she says, oh, goodness, we know who that is.

Whatever you do, don't chase him if he runs some, it says, what the fuck? I'm sorry. Apparently, they had picked the guy up earlier in the night and he had just strolled off from the station and ended up at our house. While I was on the phone with my own one, my husband said he kept seeing me run back and forth in and out of our bedroom.

Each time I ran by, I was in a different change of clothes, he said. I changed at least three times. I have no memory of it whatsoever. Oh, by the by the time the police showed up, I had on a summer dress, my hair was pulled up and I had lipstick. Brian was still naked with an unloaded gun. The police dragged the zombie criminal off the front porch and arrested him in the front yard. They couldn't stop talking about how creepy the guy was, which must be super creepy considering what cops see every day.

Oh, that's so awful.

Like after Brian finally got put on some shorts, he asked one policeman what suggestions he had better home safety. He said, first get a dog and then get a security system and then get a gun she knows how to use. As he pointed at me, he looked me dead in the eye and said, Honey, we generally show up to clean up the mess. If he'd gotten in, he could have killed you and gone in the time it takes us to get here.

It was our seat, our sweet baby hero Charlie, who alerted us to something being wrong and was brave enough to not let up until the police got the bad guy good. He kept his mom sexy and he didn't let me get murdered. Good boy. I love your show. Can't wait to see you live in Atlanta and January SDM Katie Cook.

Charlie. Well, Charlie is a good boy. You gotta have a dog. You've got to.

I'm a cat person through and through. You know that. But they're the best. So there's no there's no substitution for a fucking dog.

They loyalty and the fucking fervor and the when they were describing of the different sounding barking, there is a barking George does at the front when there's somebody on the front porch that we don't know like and it sounds completely different than her. Normal barking. Well I know when they meow and they want food, when they meow and they just want to talk on them meow and you know, this or that. But it's not the same thing.

These cats will stare at you as someone breaks into the house. Yeah, they will watch it. Yeah. As like they're fascinated. Absolutely. Like leave the door open because I'm going to get the fuck out of here. Oh my God. That made me want to cry.

I didn't realize how close he was.

His face to the door laughing and whispering to himself, the whispering. That's just someone who's completely gone. Their mind is gone. Yeah. For whatever reason. I'm also impressed with her husband, took care of it even though his dick was out. Yeah.

You know, maybe because of it. Yeah. Maybe he was starting to feel himself. Yeah, not literally at all.

Never mind. I mean in that kind of thing. Man of the Earth way. Right. Yeah. Like how funny would it be though if he gets arrested.

They're like, sir, you like this crime. Yeah. You're really into this. OK, this is called Siamese cats and an attempted break in. Hey gang. My mum and dad were living in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, in their late 20s. My dad had finished med school and was doing his residency at the local hospital, which meant that he often worked late into the night. On this particular day, my mom came home after work to the house.

They rented my dinner and then went upstairs to watch TV. Later in the evening, she heard something downstairs at the door and I really thought that it must be my dad coming home from the hospital earlier than expected when the sound of the door handle shaking continued on just a little too long. My mom looked out of her room. At the top of the stairs were her two Siamese cats. Alex and Cleo were sitting together and staring down the stairs at the door.

Their ears were pressed way back against their heads in the most scornful feline frown. My mom likes to say that this was the point where she knew something was wrong. If your cat saw my dad, they would greet him happily at the door, meowing for cuddles. But they were very protective of my mom when it came to strangers. That's my thing, too. If you're scared alone, look at the cats. Are they freaking out? So then everything's fine.

Yeah, they have the sense of things going on that it's just like my dogs can hear things happening down the street. Yeah. And so you just get alerted to things and. Right. You know, scared. Well, suddenly my mom heard a thud, a picture frame she had leaning on the inside of the window frame clattered onto the front porch. She knew someone must have just open the window and she jumped to her phone to call 911 one.

When the police arrived, she met them at the door. And even though they searched the whole house, they didn't find anything or anyone to miss other than the open window. As the police were walking away from the house, my mom went to the porch to pick up the fallen frame while she bent down to pick up the frame. What did she see?

But a pair of feet sticking out from underneath the barbecue cover?

What can you imagine what's in balled up in the bathroom?

And she bends over and sees their feet. Now, I've known my mom took issue a good scream at the sight of a spider, but I can't even imagine the ungodly sound that she let loose when she saw those feet. The police came running back to the house and they ashamed, took away the hiding man who almost went undetected. Unfortunately for my mom, when she called my dad after the whole ordeal, he couldn't leave his shift at the hospital to be with her.

Oh, no. At least she had her loyal cats to keep her safe. Stay safe and trust your cats. See? Oh, my God.

The feet, the image of just going to clean up now, I guess I was over here. But also, what size was that barbecue? Because I'm thinking the one my dad had, which was like the one that was kind of orange and it just has a circular lid. There's no way it was I think this was must have been like a big one and had like a probably underneath it. It was easy to hide under. Today's episode is brought to you by a new limited series on CBS, All Access the Stand.

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Goodbye. OK, here's my last one. Hey, ladies, I love the podcast, even if it sometimes freaks my roommate out. Yeah, that's right. Stand by us. This story is about my parents spooky house and their very good dog.

All caps, good dogs, Georgie and Frankie look at how quiet sleep and they know what they have to do to stay in the room. Yeah, that's right. It's just like me. When I used to ask to be in my cousin Cheryl's room, you just have to zip the lip and you can stay in there for as long as you want. Simple, really. OK, my parents house was built in 1915 and they bought it just before I was born in the 80s.

It's a pretty normal house, two stories, three bedrooms, a big yard and an unfinished basement. We've never finished the basement as it's prone to flooding and we've always just use it as a general sort of laundry workshop, et cetera. Space. It's just a little bit creepy the way that all unfinished basements are, but never freaked me out too much as a kid. When you grow up in an old house, creepy basements and spooky noises at night like noisy radiators are just part of life.

Anyway, around twenty eight, my parents adopted a new dog, a black lab mix named Clark and Mr. Clark.

I know I missed that moment when I was reading this.

That's the funniest our childhood dog had passed away. My sister and I were long grown and gone and my parents wanted a furry friend around the house. Clark was six months old and incredibly sweet. He'd been rescued from a bad situation and for years he hated to be alone and always wanted to be in the same room as someone that's so frank. He was pretty well trained by his foster family, housebroken and almost never barked. He was and still is to this day.

He's doing great for his age. Pretty much the perfect dog of a day or two. After he came home with my parents, my dad was at work and my mom went downstairs to do laundry. The basement is accessed through a door with a little closet area on one side in the kitchen, and it has creaky wooden steps going down to it. Clerk predictably followed my mom down these stairs into the basement and immediately freaked out. It was the first time he'd been in the basement and something terrified him.

He looked around and sniffed the air a little bit, then let out one sharp bark. The first time my mom ever heard him bark, he backed up. His hackles were raised tail between his legs. He was so scared he peed on the floor a little bit and then he raced back upstairs to the kitchen. My mom was at a loss for what had scared him so much, but obviously something did. She went upstairs and comforted him, but he refused to go back down to the basement.

He refused to even stepped through the door, leading to the stairs to the basement. There's a door to the driveway halfway down the basement stairs. And that's the only door where you don't get a face full of flying lab if you enter. Well, you've tried everything. Favorite dog treats people, food, toys. But nothing in twelve years has convinced this incredibly social dog to even pass through that door. Well, once when I was visiting, something happened to cause a small hole in the kitchen floor and Clark wouldn't go near it until it was covered up.

None of us have ever experienced anything too creepy in the basement, but obviously something terrifying is down there. And Clark's the only one with the good sense to avoid it. Stay sexy and don't get murdered in a creepy basement and then scare sweet dog.

Oh, my God. What's down there? They don't know it up. Something's down there.

That dog knows what he's talking about or it's I believe I think it like it just for me.

It like makes me believe in like bad vibes more, you know.

Sure.

But if it's unfinished, there could be like one corner of the basement where there's just a body. It's just like, you know, in a cartoon we just go down underground. Yeah. You see the skeletons and stuff. There could just be a skeleton just right on the other side of one of their unfinished dirt walls. Or he's just a design snob and is like, finish this fucking basement already.

It's garbage. I don't want to look at it. I will pee on it. I it's not fair. It's disgusting.

It's obvious that the one thing he stuck up about is unfinished flooring. Finish it. I'm gonna finish it.

OK, this is here is a hero pet story. Perfect that we've always wanted.

Hello Steven Slade's and pets like Sleigh Ladies and I'm good. I'm old enough.

Here's my hero cat adventure. I'm highly allergic to cats, but I was at the Humane Society with a friend away from the other cats. Cages was a grey cat with mange and she looked rough. My abused animal flags were raised and I approached the cage. Her name was Smoky. She was. And this is like a title. Not good with kids, not good with dogs, not good with other cats. And she was not good with the staff.

Oh, she put a poor out of the cage when I approached and I thought, your cat chooses you as a cliche. But that night I went home with the blanket from her cage to test my allergies. I just picture her putting her face in this. It's kind of I love cats, but. Smoke was a fitting name because she looked like a cranky, chain smoking bitch of an old woman, but a new life, a new name, I changed her name to Slate.

She wasn't cranky. She had resting bitch face. Sure, she was a bad ass. She'd been at the shelter for eight months. As I signed the paperwork to adopt her, I was asked multiple times, are you sure? Slate hissed and swiped as they tried to put a collar on her. I picked her up off the ground and she stopped fighting. She only swipe once. And that's the day she saved my life was. It was a few months after I adopted Slate.

I thought it was just going to be an animal adoption story. I forgot. I forgot about the hero part. But this is really nice. This is a lovely. Oh, it's this podcast isn't no gas. No, OK. It was a few months after I adopted Slate. I worked third shift, but this night I had I was home with a cold. I was passed the fuck out in a deep, deep, medicated coma. When the fire downstairs broke out, I was so hard passed out that I didn't hear the alarms go off.

My friends were evacuating the older folks, but they had no idea I was home because she's supposed to be at work. Oh, right. They had no way of knowing I was asleep in the apartment as it slowly filled with smoke. This was the one only time sleep attacked. And it woke me right up. I got right the fuck out of there holding the cat under my arm. Something that was good was the big, quote, weird guy that every apartment has broke his arm, knocking down the door to the apartment with the fire raging inside to save the pet that caused the fire.

Oh, this lumbering giant ran down the stairs, saw the fire, broke down the door, one of the apartment and saved the kitten. Let's not call him lumbering. I mean, that's rude. What what these incredibly graceful. You weren't stuck in there in the hallway.

You seen him lumber around the apartment building for years. But this is when his body took flight and he was suddenly the lead ballerina was most graceful. So don't discount the quiet.

So don't discount the big quiet guy that needs to do his laundry and don't. Oh, I don't don't count out the old cat. Oh, Slate live for another eight years. And when she passed away, a friend forged a special urn for her. She went from the cat that no one wanted to the beloved sidekick SDM page a New England page.

She didn't just go to the sidekick, she went to a true hero hero. It woke you up. You know what? You need it. Go get a Cat of the Humane Society, everyone.

Also, that's kind of amazing that that cat hated everyone that worked there, but reached out and touched the her of like, listen, can you please get me out of here? This fucking sucks. These people are insane. They love cats.

So maybe your best friend, all the other cats here are fucking dicks. If we if I get out, I'll get a job and I'll pay you back. I swear to God, get me the fuck out of here. Eight months.

That's a long time. I also get this blanket out of here. Yeah. Put your face in it. I promise you'll love me. Do you know that when we adopted my old cat, Rory died tragically but comedically she was the exact same thing. She was an old gray kind of tabby. She was way in the back of her. Yeah, the horrible cage. She was just like, forget it, just keep going. And when they give you the room, they put you in a room to test it out.

The way she behaved was if we were trying to strangle her the whole time, she was like scratching it like the walls and shit. And she peed all over both of us like she was cool. Yeah. And then we, me and Pete were both just like we got together. You can say this. Yes. We were just like, no one's going to take this cat. She is going to die in a shelter. And she was also really old.

So we just were like, come on, you and Johanna. It literally took because I already had Angus, my big, huge, insane cat. And it took her like two weeks. She would choose just hiding under the desk.

And then finally one day she snuck into the she's like, alright, right. I guess. Yeah.

Oh, and she's sorry I didn't I don't know. What did she like to sit on. You know, she like snuggling from then on. Yes. Well she would come up, she would like everything was a test. So if she came around you'd have to freeze. Yeah. And just pretend like you were watching TV and then she would put herself where she needed to be and then you get better and stuff. Yeah. My cat Whiskers, who we found as a kitten on the street, gray and white, lived to be twenty years old and she was like the fucking best.

Yeah, cats are the best. This has been the perkiest.

Steven's been kicked off the cars and it's now on this feed. Right. Just so we don't interview anyone, this whole concept. Oh well, thank you, guys. Thanks for sending their stories. Send us more hero, cat and dog and animal park parrot stories. Anything we just anything from your life. Biochemistry. Yeah. Thanks for writing. Let's hear from those biochemists. That's right. My favorite murder at Gmail. First responders, first responders.

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