Dogs in Small Towns

Wine Before Five

Because Life is Good.  And Sweet.  And Short. 

On January 2, 2012,  THEMNFARMWOMAN posted Mistaken Identity.

Her share reminded me of the story of our dear, sweet, cranky old Springer Spaniel, Kassie. About fifteen minutes after letting her out in the yard to play one morning, a police officer came to the door. Because we live in a small town, it was, of course, my niece’s father-in-law. He had Kassie on a leash & his police car sat in my driveway. ???

“Hi Emma Ann. The kids down at the elementary school said this is your dog. She was standing in the cross walk beside the crossing guard, playing with the kids as they crossed the street.”  He expressed his concern that, having walked the half block to the school alone, Kassie could have been injured by a car — but pointed out that luckily, being so near the school at arrival time, all the traffic was moving slowly.  Extra slowly, because Kassie was helping direct.

We had no children in the elementary school at the time;  they were in Middle and High School.   Who knew our dog so well? Apparently, the kids at the elementary school. And, of course, taking their word, Officer Father-in-Law of My Niece just put her in the back seat of the cruiser and drove her home.  A common sense solution.

Kassie was the only dog in our family who came close to being arrested, or who got to ride in a police cruiser. As far as I know, she is also the only one to visit the elementary school.  She wasn’t taken to a dog pound, and I didn’t receive a citation for my dog being off-leash.  The problem was simply taken care of.

I love small towns.

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8 Responses to Dogs in Small Towns

  1. Love this post…short, sweet and makes such a doggone HUGE impact on the value of life, friends, small towns, and common sense solutions to issues…I smiled as I was reading b/c it reminded me of the good ol’ bygone days xoxo Ally

  2. Wasn’t it wonderful that you could get lost, and the police knew you and took you home, or your dog could get lost, and the police knew them and brought them home, or that the police saw a group of kids attempting to get themselves in some kind of trouble, and the police knew them and gave them a lecture, then took them home. You are right…growing up in a small town was great.

  3. ceciliag says:

    Lucky dog, I love the small towns, though we live in the country! c

  4. I live smack bang in the middle of Australia’s capital, so not exactly a small town. However, our house is in a little gated community area that sounds very similar! Our dog regularly gets brought back by the local kids. Of course, they are the ones who let him out in the first place… Cheeky little buggers.

  5. hi Emma Ann! I loved this post. I could just see little Kassie “helping” the crossing guard. Such a sweet story, and I couldn’t agree more… I love small towns!
    joan

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