When the old man rolls in at midnight after boys’ night out, I don’t bark to alert my Mom of his arrival. I wait, knowing he’ll dig into the fridge for something to eat. Sure it might be a week old plate of spaghetti or a plate of tuna salad from an era long gone by, but like him I’m not proud, just hungry.
When my sister LuLu starts chewing on the furniture or Mom's new flip flops, I don’t bark a thing. It’s not my place. My place is in the corner, to watch my mother discover it and scream in horror. Why would I want to break up the surprise?
Speaking of surprises I don’t bark when my Dad comes home with Christmas presents either. Why spoil the heartfelt gifts of a swiffer, a toaster oven and a set of pans. Romance baby…the man is all romance.
So it surprised me when I read this morning’s police blotter about a Jack Russell dropping a dime on his owner. Here is a link to the full story.Public Service Announcement: Crime doesn’t pay. Begging does.The excited pet dog of a German man on the run from the law led police to his master’s hiding place in a cupboard, police in the west of the country say.
When officers called at his flat in Euskirchen, near Cologne, the door was opened by an acquaintance of the missing man who was holding the dog.
The acquaintance said he did not know where the owner was.
But when the dog was set down, it led police to the cupboard, where it stood expectantly with its tail wagging.
Officers who opened the cupboard, which was just a metre (3ft 3in) high and 80cm (2ft 6in) wide, found the fugitive “hunched up inside”.
Neither the name of the suspect, 52, nor that of the pet was given but, according to AFP, the dog was a Jack Russell terrier.
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