Returning from the market yesterday, we were surprised to see a sheriff’s patrol car parked alongside our house. It was a lady officer. As I walked to her car, she rolled down the window. She was grinning.
“What’s going on?” I asked her. In the interest of being polite, I won’t quote her, but basically here’s what had happened:
Our neighbors, just across the street owned a delightful, black labradoodle. Another neighbor, further down the street had a female dog. The labradoodle had escaped and very quickly formed a romantic alliance with the female dog.
Witnessing this, the other neighbor had called the police, hence the lady officer. It seems the labradoodle was a repeat offender.
“I hope this isn’t the start of a neighborhood crime wave.” I told my wife.
“No”, she said. “We are simply going to have to get used to living next door to a labradoodle sex offender!