On Monday, C. (my mother-in-law) had a literal "I've fallen and I can't get up" moment. She called the police, who broke down the door and were faced with 140 pounds of protective dog. They pepper-sprayed the dog, locked him in a laundry room, and took C. off to the hospital.
The puir wee doggie is stuck in the laundry room and the house has a broken-down door.
So it appears that S. (wife) and J. (son) are going off to Murfreesboro, TN for an undetermined amount of time to (a) get the dog to a kennel (b) get the door fixed and (c) whatever else needs to be done.