No one ever wants to get the cell phone call “The cops are at your house and want to talk to you.” But I did.
Jake was babysitting while Jim, Jimmy and I were working last night. I received that call from my neighbor at 10:15.
Talk about a heart-pounding moment.
Did someone break in?
Is the house on fire?
Were they out vandalizing the neighborhood?
Are they out on the lawn beating the tar out of each other?
No. They left the dog out in the back yard. Our separation anxiety dog Brownie that freaks out when we aren’t in sight (except, for some reason, when she’s gallivanting through the neighborhood with Cookie). And she heard there was rain in the forecast. She is the only lab in the world that hates water. And it was dark. And Cookie was INSIDE (still not sure WHY one dog was brought inside and not the other….).
So she was REALLY freaked out.
She had been barking non-stop and finally someone had had enough and called the police. While I am deeply sorry for keeping my neighbors awake, I must admit I was relieved THAT was the reason the police were there and not my initial thoughts.
Jake had put Eric and Greg to bed, turned his video game on, and was so oblivious to the world that he didn’t hear a dog that was barking loudly enough to wake the entire neighborhood. Or the pounding on the front door. Or see the flashing blue lights in front of our house. Or the flashlight shining in the windows.
Well, he DID hear the pounding.
“I heard someone knocking on the door but I’m not supposed to answer the door when you aren’t home. So I didn’t.”
You got me there Jake.
Oi vey.
Time to cut the sleeves off of Jim’s t-shirts.
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This morning one of my funny blogger friends wrote about differences between herself and Mr. Rogers. I can tell you one difference for me. The answer to “Won’t you be my neighbor?” A resounding NO.
Move here! I’ll be your neighbor. Most of mine don’t like me either. I can understand it, seeing as how our dog killed one neighbor’s goats and I killed another neighbor’s dog with my minivan, but it still hurts.
Our dogs bark all night long, but we live so far away from our neighbors that no one can hear them. We sleep right through it. (We only know they bark because any houseguests we have don’t get a wink of sleep.)
Thanks for the shout-out! I cannot believe your neighbors called the police. Do you know who did it? Did they not like you before? 🙂 It cracks me up that you wondered if the boys were beating each other up on the front lawn. I’d wonder that, too, with my own kids.
We can come live in your barn! 😉 I told my husband we need to live out in the boonies somewhere. We are just too nutso for Suburbia. 😀
I think I know who called…and Jim had recently offered to help him replace his fence. That offer is def off the table now! lol
When I was a child my brother and I would light off firecrackers under our sink. As you can imagine this would drive my mom and dad crazy. I hope my son is better than I was.
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Allen
What is the fascination with boys and fire/explosions. LOL My 4 boys all love any chance to “play with fire” when we do s’mores. Thanks for hosting the Silly Sunday blog. I’m enjoying reading the other blogs tonight!
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Police at your house, that’s terrifying to a mom. Glad it was only the dog. I am visiting with Silly Sunday Blog Hop. I followed you on BlogLovin.
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Yes, I was definitely holding my breath waiting to hear WHY they were at our house. Thanks for checking out my blog. I’m finally getting around to reading blogs this evening. Look forward to following you!
Thank goodness it was for the dog. Brownie probably was like “WTH took y’all so long?!?” to the cops!
Maybe BROWNIE is the one who called!!!
That would make my heart jump in my throat. We had a dog once who had separation anxiety. He chewed his leg to a bloody pulp the poor thing.
Yes, it was not a pleasant moment waiting to hear why they wanted to talk to me! That’s awful about your dog! Ours mainly poops and pees when she gets scared…and bark, of course. Lots of barking. But at least she doesn’t injure herself! 🙁
Oh my God! Are all boys cloned the same? This sounds just like something my Biggest Boy would do; put the Little’s to bed, then get completely lost in his world of video games. Hehehe
Stopping by from Bloppy Bloggers!
Hi Mariann, thanks for reading and commenting! I love the Bloppy group! I think all males are programmed to tune out everything around them. Unless you udder the word “cookies.” My kids hear that from a mile away. 😛
This is hilarious! The video games just make me want to SCREAM! (Someone may call the cops for that too,…so I should be careful!) He wouldn’t open the door for the police…awesome. He obviously takes your rules very seriously…which is great…although it appears that you should choose all of your words and instructions very carefully in the future 😉
Yes, I guess I should have said, “If the doorbell rings when I’m not home, don’t answer. If you hear loud pounding on the door in addition to the bell, look out the window. If you see blue flashing lights, answer. And be REALLY polite.”
And just don’t scream after 10pm in my neighborhood. Unless you want to start a show “Bad girls, bad girls. What’cha gonna’ do?” But something tells me that’s probably already a name of a porno movie. 😀
Hahahaha!!!! Too funny
Cookie, I may as well laugh about my crazy life. It’s more fun than crying. 😀
This is so funny. I have a friend whose child called the police on her because she was in the shower too long and he wanted to play the Wii game. I think he is still grounded. I have to applaud your son for listening to you and not opening the door.
Oh my! Yes, I think grounding until age 30 would be a good punishment for that! LOL I would have freaked out if I had to answer the door for the police in a towel…eek!