Archive for June, 2011
Is Your Dog Safe In An Auto Accident?
This is the story of how he met a policeman Toby.
One day, my car was rear ended in a very busy intersection near my house. The other driver was a very young, only sixteen. He was very sweet, and had genuine tears for fear I’d hurt. As a matter of fact, had reason to mourn, because he’d beaten a total of two car lengths ahead, and VW Rabbit 1971 Classic, also should be collected in paper bags! The back of my nearly new Honda put in the middle of the street, also in parts regrettable. He had no insurance.
I was shaking and crying when she called 911. I’m ashamed to say that when answered, I could only tell them where I was, but had difficulty telling them my name. Asked me to say, and I could not even say my name difficult, let alone write it. I think that’s why we sent an ambulance. Then I handed my phone to my new friend so he could call his mother.
The ambulance arrived first. They were giving me oxygen and making the usual program when the law arrived. I was fine, and I knew at the time, but doctors assured me and asked me to stay put and that the law “do their job.” So I stayed where I was.
The cop was a tall, large, with a sort of “no nonsense” of a face, the whole business. It was the kind that awaits you in heaven would be on their side. I asked my driver’s license and proof of insurance. I started to stutter again, but managed to say he was in my bag in the front seat of my car. Then I managed to say he had two dogs there, and when I left them to be pretty quiet, but did not know how they were. I could not guarantee it.
“How big are they?”
“Well, fat is 23 pounds, and may lick your hand, if not too annoying. The other dog weighs 10 pounds, and is not easy.”
He laughed. I heard him laugh!
As he left, he said, “No problem.”
Then I returned to the business at hand, leaving the law to “do their job.”
Soon after, the ambulance driver gave me a pat on the shoulder and said: “There he is!”
He was pointing in the direction of my car.
The officer had a stick very, very long in his hand and was trying to get my bag from the front seat. My dog, Toby, was in the back seat, waiting for him to do his fatal move. His ears were a little laid back, its hackles rose and she was crouched ready to spring. Her teeth were bared and growling so loud I could hear as far as I was sitting.
My little pagan discovered had waited a lifetime an opportunity like this!
But that was not the only reason police face was red. He was embarrassed. If people are going to do, a crowd gathered to watch this show, and I was enjoying it enormously! They stopped to look. Several said Toby, “Stick to your guns, you dog!” Some wondered if the law was to arrest, and a man driving, he was the car window and shouted: “Call for backup!”
Soon after, police approached me and asked, “Ma’am, how say dog weigh?”
“She weighs 10 pounds. Does she bite you?”
“Yes he did, in two places,” He showed me his hand and forearm. It looked so ugly! It really did. Of course, I said how sorry he was, in all sincerity.
“She has had all their shots?”
I panicked, but I told him the name of our vet, and she had just received all vaccines. Fortunately, that was the truth, and she also had her two-year license. Thank the Lord, which were legal.
On the way home, I bought a pork chop Toby.
A few days later I received a letter in the mail from the County Health Department, informing me that Toby had been found for a previous record and had found his “clean”. At the bottom of the page, someone had drawn a smiley face and wrote: “Have a nice day.” I was so relieved. Toby bought another pork chop.
I’m getting old, and Toby is getting old too. I have visions in my mind Toby and I grow old together, with me going to try to maintain the wellbeing of Toby pork chops. I see her grunting on every police car you see. I know I’ll never forget the police.
But she and I will be very happy together, I have no doubt.