The Suspect
Apparently, standing on my porch and letting the fan blow bubbles up in the air in the yard for my dog to chase looks like she was attacking me. She was coming up to the side of the porch jumping up at the bubbles that her bubble gun was blowing out. I was using the fan to make them fly higher for her to jump at for more exercise.
Some idiot, who didn't have any business on my road anyway, called the police and reported a dog attacking and had a woman trapped on her porch. Instead of them stopping to see if I needed help they left and called the police. I think it was some idiots with nothing better to do.
So when the police show up and my vicious dog with her pink toenails is laying under the fan on the porch, let's just say they weren't very happy with the call. But they did get to meet Kinzyl and she got to have some time around people in full uniform with sidearms. (we are working on her when Travis has his gun holstered. She gets a little scared of it)
I finally had a night with no homework and trying to destress after 5 tests today and all the sudden I have to explain what my dog was doing.
At the racetrack this weekend she was asked to be the mascot for the fire engine riding around the campsite and now she is a wanted fugitive.