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.