My dog, Rick, started acting strange — climbing onto the kitchen cabinets and growling at the ceiling. He was usually calm, so his behavior worried me.
Night after night, he kept barking at the same spot until I finally decided to check it out. I grabbed a flashlight, set up a ladder, and looked into the vent.
The moment I removed the grille, I froze — there was a man hiding inside. Filthy and shaking, he clutched a few stolen things that weren’t mine.
I called 911 right away. Police arrived and pulled him out — thin, pale, and terrified. Turns out, he’d been crawling through the vents, sneaking into apartments at night.
Rick hadn’t gone crazy after all — he’d saved me.
