Cops can also be creatures of habit. I know a couple of them who love to park across the road and watch Jerry when he’s getting drunk and stupid out in the garage.
I’ve said before that my mentally challenged Husky mix, Sheena, has Issues. One of Sheena’s passions is to escape the confines of our back yard (and it’s not that difficult considering it is surrounded by a rather elderly, oft-repaired fence) so that she can play with the kids at the Drunk and Domestic apartments behind the body shop. Sheena has never met a human that I know of that she doesn’t like.
This mentality seems so foreign to me in a dog, especially because I am used to dogs being quite a bit more aloof. Clara and Lilo have to be carefully introduced to new people and strange dogs. You have to earn their trust. Sheena is not like that at all. She is a 75# galoot who will love you forever just for petting her. This makes Sheena a bit more difficult to manage than the other two in some ways. Unlike a normal dog she doesn’t really alert on strange people encroaching on her territory. She only really barks when she wants to go out.
Jerry, as is typical for him, decided to get shitfaced last night. Jerry being shitfaced is not news, but I was bound determined to get an early bedtime and at least try to get some sleep.
So I turned off the phone and shut the bedroom door at about 9PM, hoping at least for a quiet night. I should know better.
Around 10:30 I hear incessant pounding on the front door. Clara and Lilo start in going nuts barking and howling and wanting to eat whatever’s on the other side. Jerry is running around with no shirt on babbling incoherently (thankfully he still had pants on) until I caught the word “cops” in the prattling. So I put on enough clothing to be decent and go out to investigate. Sure enough, there’s a cop car in the driveway, two cops on the porch, and Sheena’s sitting in the back seat of the cruiser sporting that shit-eating grin that only dim-witted dogs can completely pull off.
I apologized to the cops, (who must have really thought I was some kind of a nut job running outside in an old t-shirt and shorts with no makeup and my hair sticking straight up) thinking that either I’d be fined or otherwise in some kind of trouble, but they were cool about it. They said Sheena was no problem at all, and she got in the car with them most willingly. To their credit, they weren’t interested in making my life more difficult. They just wanted to make sure Sheena got home safely. They could have been dicks about it had they wanted to be- by rights, even though she is duly licensed, because technically she was neither confined nor leashed, they could have taken her down to the Dog Shelter and I’d had to gone to a rather unsavory part of town and paid $125 to retrieve her. Yeah, it’s easier to just go around the corner and drop the dog off at home, because everyone at the D&Ds, and the cops, because of how often they are called out to the D&Ds, know whose dog it is. Sheena is rather memorable if only because of her resemblance to the Abominable Snowman.
It’s a good thing Jerry generally doesn’t remember the nasty epithets that roll so easily off my tongue when I am rudely awakened- let alone rudely awakened and then left to deal with cops. It’s also a good thing that Jerry had a shred of sentience back in that crude reptilian part of his brain that kept him from interacting with the cops, mouthing off, and getting his sorry butt carted off for drunk and disorderly. In Ohio all it takes to get busted for drunk and disorderly, and to get to spend the night in the nearest correctional facility, is for a cop to see you shitfaced. Jerry knows this from personal experience, and suffice to say that retrieving him from public custody would be far more expensive and unpleasant (and I would have to encounter a far more unsavory crowd) than trying to retrieve Sheena from the Dog Shelter.
Both Clara and Lilo are terrified of cops, especially two big burly ones like the ones who brought Sheena home, but Sheena seemed to like the attention.
I’m glad the cops had mercy on poor Sheena. She’s had a rough enough life. However, either Jerry needs to find Sheena’s current escape hole (not usually difficult as an uncoordinated 75# dog has to fit through it) and patch the fence (again,) or refrain from letting her out the front door (which considering how shitfaced he was last night is within the realm of possibility.)