Just get yourself settled into the sack. Toss doggy’s Indian blanket atop the human’s bedding. Turn the fan on to get the bedroom air circulating. Pooch has claimed a patch of real estate at the foot of the mattress. Climb under your own covers…
…and… Yeah.
RRR..rrr…oOAOarrr…rrrrrrr!
Cop copter circling over the roof. Again.
These cop chases have become so commonplace that one barely notices them.
Well. Except insofar as you know you damn well better notice them, at least to the extent of locking all the doors and windows and being sure the phone is on the nightstand next to the bed and fully functioning. Might be good to have the pistol next to the phone, too….
Occasionally I think the hound and I should move to some quieter part of the Valley, where we’re less likely to be buzzed by cops chasing perps.
But…but…where would that be?
The crime levels in the lovely Valley of the Sun seem to be pretty constant, wherever you are. I think some walled condo developments tend to repel the rampaging perps. But by and large, wherever you are, you’re gonna have cops’ copters buzzing your house and criminals bouncing around the place.
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Hmmmm… Our fellas have roamed off. Either they caught the perps forthwith, or whoever they were chasing got away.
Naturally, Ruby t..a..a..a..k…e..s her fine time to do her Thing.
Hurry up, Ruby!
sniff sniff sniff sniff…
RUUBEEE!
RROAOARRR They’re b-a-a-c-k!
sniff sniff sniff sniff…
GAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
Finally Ruby does her job and we dart back inside the house, having missed an encounter with a fleeing burglar.
Lock the doors. Retreat to the bedroom.
Why, again, are we living in this garden spot?????