illinoisdeerhunter
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The thread, "Activists' home invaded by police. How would you act?" reminded me of the time, years ago, when my dog called the police on me.
It was 1991. My then wife and I and our two very young daughters, lived in a rented farm house 5 miles from a town of 400. My (then) wife had brought a dalmation home from the pound. It was winter and being a thin skinned dog, we kept the dog in the house that particularly cold evening.
sometime near midnight, I heard noises in the kitchen area of the house. I went, armed, to investigate only to find the D*#n dog had gotten into the trash and had it strewn across the kitchen floor.
The trash normally sat in a corner under a small corner shelf where the phone sat. the phone jack was behind the trash can.
I entered the kitchen to see the mess and grabbed the dog by the collar. I was shoving his nose in the trash, angrily cursing the dog. I kicked the dog out of the house and started to pick up the trash only to hear faint voices. The dog had knocked the phone off the shelf and somehow, the operator was on the line. I picked up the phone to break into a discussion between the operator and the local sheriff's office. The sheriff's office was sending a car out to investigate a domestic violence complaint that the operator reported!!!!!
I couldn't sleep and by that time my wife was up. We waited for the sheriff's deputies to arrive. I met them at the door. They wanted to come in. I refused them entry. They asked to see my wife. She came to the door and we explained what happened. Fortunately, I had an old college football buddy on the city force who happened to be on duty. I told them they could call him and he would vouge for me. The went to their car and returned a few minutes later to appologize for the inconvenience.
I wonder if this scenario would be treated the same way today?
It was 1991. My then wife and I and our two very young daughters, lived in a rented farm house 5 miles from a town of 400. My (then) wife had brought a dalmation home from the pound. It was winter and being a thin skinned dog, we kept the dog in the house that particularly cold evening.
sometime near midnight, I heard noises in the kitchen area of the house. I went, armed, to investigate only to find the D*#n dog had gotten into the trash and had it strewn across the kitchen floor.
The trash normally sat in a corner under a small corner shelf where the phone sat. the phone jack was behind the trash can.
I entered the kitchen to see the mess and grabbed the dog by the collar. I was shoving his nose in the trash, angrily cursing the dog. I kicked the dog out of the house and started to pick up the trash only to hear faint voices. The dog had knocked the phone off the shelf and somehow, the operator was on the line. I picked up the phone to break into a discussion between the operator and the local sheriff's office. The sheriff's office was sending a car out to investigate a domestic violence complaint that the operator reported!!!!!
I couldn't sleep and by that time my wife was up. We waited for the sheriff's deputies to arrive. I met them at the door. They wanted to come in. I refused them entry. They asked to see my wife. She came to the door and we explained what happened. Fortunately, I had an old college football buddy on the city force who happened to be on duty. I told them they could call him and he would vouge for me. The went to their car and returned a few minutes later to appologize for the inconvenience.
I wonder if this scenario would be treated the same way today?