Not only that, but ARF! Yea, verily: ARF, we say!
11:38 p.m. and the cop copter is circling about to the north of us. And…when you are a dog, is there any chance in Hell that you’re likely to hunker down on the bed and stay in the sack while the cops are chasing robbers?
Hell, no!
Ohhh, no. Nothing would do but we had to trot outside and pee in the gravel.
😀
Fortunately, the policia and their prey are a ways to the north of us — the copter’s not directly overhead, at least. By the time Ruby charged outside, they were a neighborhood away, and receding. Now that we’re back in the house, all is quiet out there.
Ugh! L.A. East. Honest to Gawd, what a place this is!