Just in case anyone missed it –
I am about 3/4 of the way through my two hour interview and my phone goes dead, my lights turn off, and all the electric hum we never hear is gone – the dogs are going crazy outside!
I grab my Remington 870 (no, I do not rack a shell into the chamber – one is always there) and walk to the fuse box. Everything is good – phone in hand – I call the emergency number for George Noory! I am totally freaked out at this point and go on with the interview.
Thirty minutes later – interview finished and the wolves never come in this close to the house – they are letting me know they listened.