Craig and Rachel Miller had let their dogs out for their morning pee. It was 5 AM. Rachel went to the back door to call the dogs back in, but neither responded to her calls. Nor were either of the dogs visible in the yard. Disgusted that they had run off again, probably chasing a skunk or deer that were often lurking along the edge of the yard.
Rachel called to Craig. “Your dogs have run off again, honey,” she said as she slammed the bathroom door. Swearing under his breath, Craig Miller pulled on his winter boots and stepped onto the snowy backyard deck.
Just as he was about to call out for the dogs, both of them raced past him, spilling his cup of coffee and almost knocking him over. Both dogs were whimpering and had their tails lowered in submission. As Craig turned to return to the warmth of the house, he caught a glimpse of a large hairy Bigfoot.
“It was stomping its huge bare feet in the snow. It looked like it was brushing the snow from its thighs. Then he looked up. We made eye contact. It was horrible. Those eyes! It stared at me for a good minute. I must have dropped my coffee mug because I was no longer holding it. The bigfoot creature snarled at me, then slowly walked off toward the lake.”