It’s never good when a police cruiser appears in your driveway. Just sayin’.
So yesterday afternoon, the second day of Spring break, when I was hanging by my last nerve, trying to gather three uncooperative kids to run to the grocery store, the last thing I needed was to deal with the Po-Po.
Frankly, I knew we were living on borrowed time.
But let me back up a bit.
A few weeks ago I became acquainted with a charming new Internet friend, Erin. I commented on her blog, she commented on my blog, yada yada yada, and the next thing I knew, I was devouring information about the all-natural Shaklee cleaning products she sells. The stuff sounded incredible and I just had to have some. An order was placed. A box was shipped.
Enter the courier.
But wait, there’s something else you need to know.
Ike is a 6 year old Black Lab.
Black Labs are very loyal dogs.
Very loyal dogs like to protect their people from threatening things like noisy delivery trucks and strangers dressed in brown uniforms carrying large boxes.
For legal reasons, I cannot divulge any details, but long story short, the courier beat Ike in my front yard with a long black stick and Ike allegedly bit the courier.
I do not know what happened first, the biting or the beating.
I only witnessed the beating, not the biting. And it was a horrendous sight and sound to behold, let me tell you.
But it doesn’t matter in the eyes of Animal Control. It doesn’t matter that the courier was inside my invisible fence line. It doesn’t matter that she was beating my dog with a large stick and that he was yelping in agony with every whack.
All that matters to Johnny Law is that Ike (allegedly) bit someone. Period.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, let the record show that Ike has never bitten anyone before this alleged incident.
The following photo is graphic in nature and intended for mature audiences only. Please look away if you do not have a strong constitution.
This is what it typically looks like when Ike attacks:
Luckily I was there to save that poor child from being licked within an inch of his life.
Here is another example of Ike’s aggressive behavior (with a slightly less appealing angle):
The courier sought medical treatment due to the alleged dog bite and did not go to work the next day. I know this because I made numerous phone calls to inquire about her well being. My family and I certainly hope that she feels better and are praying for her speedy recovery.
But apparently, anytime someone seeks medical attention for an alleged dog bite, the authorities are summoned.
Hence the unannounced visit from the Sheriff’s department yesterday afternoon.
There was a lengthy interview. I had to write a statement. The deputy took photographs of my yard, the “Invisible Fence” sign by my mailbox, and of Ike.
I was apprised of my rights and of the county laws regarding dog bites. Shockingly, even though Ike’s rabies vaccination is valid until 2013, the law states that he must be quarantined for 10 days, at my expense.
I had until 5:00 PM to surrender him to the authorities.
The kids and I loaded Ike, his dog food, and a favorite blanket into the van and drove him over to our vet’s office where he will be closely supervised in solitary confinement until the end of his quarantine period.
Turning him over to the vet just about broke my heart in two. I haven’t cried that hard in a long time.
I felt like I was walking him down The Green Mile.
Not to condone a dog bite, but there’s something just not right about a good dog doing ten days in the hole for the crime of protecting his family.
And as my kids’ friend Justine informed me a few minutes ago, 10 days to us is really like 70 days to a dog. Damn. That’s a stiff sentence for man or beast.
Please keep Ike in your thoughts and prayers during his time in the pokey. For as much as I complain about that boy, I sure am missing him.
with a heavy heart,
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