We ran far but I didn't feel it was far enough. Baxter was panting very heavily though and I didn't want to hurt him. Baxter is my one year old white German Shepherd. My parents got him to protect me while they were gone but what I saw in that basement I wouldn't risk his life. It was one of my so called friends from Wyoming. They had a gun and they pointed it right at me. Oh no..... BAXTER RUN.