Tonight it's storming out and I was laying on the heating pad in the living room, I was tired of laying in the bedroom for two days after popping my back out again. I left my Commander on the bed and have been carrying my little Beretta 950 in 25 around in my sleep pants pocket because it makes me feel better and any other weight takes my breath away and pulls my pants down. Anyway, I could have sworn someone ran up on the porch and both my dogs were staring at the door, first I thought it might be my daughter or ex coming over to check on me but no one said anything or tried the door. I picked up my .25 and did the slowest, saddest roll ever done and flipped on the outside light. No-one was there and my brave dogs showed no interest going out in the rain to investigate. long story short When I heard something on the porch I decided my little Beretta although handy was not really the gun I wanted right then. So .45 in bedroom, 5906 in the couch cushion and a shotgun in the bathroom. I hate this being as weak as a little girl. Beretta's still riding in my pocket with my cell in the other. Be prepared.