I'm with Squirrelly and Ole. Assuming he's made it past Buddy the Pit Bull, (106 lbs. of lick-you-to-death assuming he knows you), then you're staring at the wrong end of a Mossberg. If he's REALLY unlucky, he's pinned between my sons bedroom and mine. When you take into account that we're on opposite ends of the house... Well you figure it out...