KeeeeRAAP! Some ba*tard just shot at our cop helicopter!
The action took place a couple blocks to the north of the Funny Farm…maybe three. But definitely on our side of Main Drag North.
Call the dog — she’s loafing in the kitchen, and she sees no good reason to get up and leave her scrap-scavenging post.
Call the dog.
Call the dog.
Call the dog again.
At last the obedient beast decides to get up and roam over to see what I want. Who knows? Maybe the Human has food.
Coax her up the hallway and hit the tiles.
Stay down until whatEVER-the-Hell is going on quits.
Cop Copter is hovering over our old house, the noise-collector a few houses in from Conduit of Blight Blvd. That’s about a block-and-a-half from where the Funny Farm stands. We hunker down on the bedroom floor…and….
ohhhhhh shee-ut, here he is again, roaring over at roof-top height.
WTF?
Stay hunkered.
At last the Copter swoops around and takes off into the north-easterly distance.
Lift the corgi onto the bed. Check the doors — for the third time! — to be sure everything is locked.
Climb onto the sack with the dog.
Holeeee krap, what a place!