On Friday night, at approximately 10:06pm there was a knock on our door. Who could it be knocking on our door at this hour? David and I knew something must have been horribly wrong. Naturally, Coach went nuts making sure that it was known that Coach was in the house and you better not enter. At times like this, I absolutely love that dog.
David went to answer the door to discover two Arcadia cops and two cop cars in our driveway. What the heck? The cop asked David if we had any dogs. Really? What would make you ask such a question? Anyone in town just heard the warning calls from the dog that is now sitting right behind David. The cop then asked David if that was the only dog we had? David was like why are you asking? The cop told David that we had been accused of stealing a dog.
*****HOLD UP WHAT?!?!?!?******
Oh how I wish I was kidding. David told the cop that we had 4 dogs. Each one we have owned since they were born and have papers on each dog. None of our dogs are stolen, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. David had each dog come out of our room (because they were all asleep - it was 10:06pm at night). The cop was most interested in Coach. Bring it on son. David asked some more questions (typically I thought it was the cop who did the question asking - not in Arcadia - the cops are idiots and I am pretty sure I would serve as a better cop than any one of them!)
The cop told David that someone had called in to the city to report us taking Coach (the dog they thought was theirs) on a leash and putting him in our jeep earlier that morning. Oh, I am sorry did I mention MORNING? And it is now 10PM AT NIGHT! Let's make one thing clear - the Arcadia cops are a joke - and the only thing they do all day is go from gas station to gas station getting different cups of coffee. So if you had a call come in this morning why has it taken you over 8 hours to come and 'investigate'? Just wondering. None the less, we did in fact have Coach out this morning on a leash, putting him in our jeep because we were taking him to the vet for his annual check up.
To make matters worse, the person who called in seeing Coach - is a friend of the owner that is missing their dog. Lovely. I didn't know there was such a protective nature that was in me, until this cop showed up on our doorstep!
Don't worry, the cop came equipped - he had a picture of the 'so called Coach look alike' AKA the missing dog. This is the best part: the dog was a TAN pit bull, with TWO balls, and CROPPED ears.
Clearly, one could see how Coach, who is a white American Bulldog with two separate patches of brindle with NO balls, could be mistaken for this beloved dog.
I was livid.
A. that means someone was watching our house and B. I felt like someone was going to steal our dogs.
Once the cop realized we weren't idiots and we had a clue, he was like "oh this dog in this picture don't look nutin' like that one rit der" (looking at Coach). Well, DUH.
Both cop cars left.
I HATE Arcadia, and I HATE owners and their friends that are idiots! AHHHHH
Just for the record, please all, get acquainted with our babies. Yes, they are babies and no they are not yours in any way, shape or form. So, kindly please don't mistaken my babies for your mutt. Thank you much.
First: Father Wisdom. Commonly known as Willie. He is our first son. He will be seven this year, and while his breed calls him an American Staffershire Terrier, he is really a cat. He spends his days sleeping and isn't happy unless he is under as many blankets as we will let him have. He is our pride and joy. He is our beloved kitty cat.
Next, we have Kate Spade. She is the house boss. She too, will be seven this year. She is a toy shih tzu weighing in at 8 pounds. She calls all the shots and will let any one of any size know what she thinks about you. IF she likes you, you are lucky, if not, sucks for you! She is our princess and knows she is special because she gets to watch her boys every night from her perch on our bed.
Steve Madden, commonly known as Maddie. He will be four years old this year. He is a regular size shih tzu weighing in at just under twenty pounds. He is our special needs child. He is a couple bricks short of a full load. He has always loved my Dad more than either David and I. When we are going to Dallas, Maddie could drive the way - he LOVES his Frumpy!!!
Our youngest baby is by far the largest one. Really he could be a min. horse. This is Coach. Commonly known as Coachers. He is an American Bulldog weighing in at 95 pounds. He will turn three years old this year. He is a bundle of energy and I can't wait for him to get out of his puppy stage. However, Coach is by far the reason when David isn't home, I feel safe. As vicious as Willie looks, he is the world's worst guard dog. Coach on the other hand is a great guard dog. Oh and just in case you were wondering - he is ours and no we didn't steal him - we paid a whole freaking a lot for him!!
Moral of the story - don't mess with Mama Bear, she will do things that she didn't even know were possible if you try and mess with her cubs. This is your fair warning. Thank you for your understanding.
Hugs & Kisses,
Mama Bear
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