How do you lose a police dog?
Oct. 12th, 2008 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsYamaraashi-chan and I walked over to the nearby strip mall this afternoon to pick up some paper for an art project she was doing. I enjoyed the walk a lot; we got to talk about silly things, mostly how she gets along with her sister, as well as politics and how the local gardener selling zucchinis isn't doing very well this year. I did not make any dirty jokes in her presence.
But as we were walking, a truck with the King County sherrif's logo and the phrase "King County Search & Rescue" pulled up beside us. "Hey," the officer said. "Have you two seen a loose dog wandering around?"
"Like, what kind?" I said.
"A bloodhound. He's a police dog. He ran away from home yesterday, and we're looking all over for him." He held out a flyer. "If you see him, give us a call." I took it and read it through as the cop drove away. It said, that "Rocky," a police-trained bloodhound that belonged to the Normandy Park Police (the city entity just west of my own Burien), was missing, had last been seen in my subdivision, and if he was found I was to "call 911."
That seemed like an abuse of 911 (that's 999 for you Brits) to me. Anyway, Yamaraashi-chan and I made it to the drugs store, bought the paper she needed, and headed home. We never saw Rocky.
But as we were walking, a truck with the King County sherrif's logo and the phrase "King County Search & Rescue" pulled up beside us. "Hey," the officer said. "Have you two seen a loose dog wandering around?"
"Like, what kind?" I said.
"A bloodhound. He's a police dog. He ran away from home yesterday, and we're looking all over for him." He held out a flyer. "If you see him, give us a call." I took it and read it through as the cop drove away. It said, that "Rocky," a police-trained bloodhound that belonged to the Normandy Park Police (the city entity just west of my own Burien), was missing, had last been seen in my subdivision, and if he was found I was to "call 911."
That seemed like an abuse of 911 (that's 999 for you Brits) to me. Anyway, Yamaraashi-chan and I made it to the drugs store, bought the paper she needed, and headed home. We never saw Rocky.
