I just called the police for the second time in my life! That's kind of newsworthy, right? Loni had just loaded the boys into the car to head to a new park (report to come) when she noticed a boxer (dog, not pugilist) in the front yard. The dog was running around, all confused, dragging broken chain behind it. I'm not much of a dog person -- I like them well enough, but strange and agitated dogs are a little beyond my comfort zone. Luckily, a man happened to be walking by and made friends with the dog. He held the chain and got the frightened dog to calm down a little. I went back inside, got it some water, then called police non-emergency number. Must be big news (or slow night) for them, because they sent not one, but two (!) squad cars to check things out. What must the neighbors think?!? After much discussion, police decided on a course of action. Managed to get dog into back of one of the squad cars (like canine criminal) and took it off to the Humane Society. The dog was clearly well cared for, and I'm sure someone is missing it right now. I hope they're all reunited soon, whoever they are.
[And in case you're wondering, first time I called police was to report a brush fire in forest preserve that I saw on my way back to work after lunch one day. Was doing civic duty, as were the two people who had called to report it before me, and the countless others who probably called afterward.]
Will now have quirky small-town anecdote to share at Liam's birthday party tomorrow, provided all guests aren't lurking on the blog on a Friday night, just waiting for me to post something.
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