Had one show up at my door. Red Setter? Irish Setter? Yes one of those nutters. She came in, sat on my lap, eat some treats.
She obviously knew me but for the life of me, I couldn't remember whose she is! Getting old and senile. So what do you do?
Call the local police. 3 turned up (same vehicle - 2 guys and a girl), scanned her chip and it's a neighbours dog.
Cops were great. Really friendly and with good humour. I'm going to get a beating but the female was really cute and left handed - gun on her left side (I'll let you work that one out).
Still kind of freaks me that they are all armed. I'm obviouly still a Brit at heart. I only remember meeting a few of my father's work colleagues who wore guns and they were always concealed.
