[LauraJean]

That is one cute story. I’m glad Miss Blue is safe at home. But now I need to see a photo of the little cutie pie.

[E. Pluribus Unum]

Driving Miss Blue.

:)

[nuconvert]

You’re lucky

[Persevero]

A cop brought home a dog of mine that was running around a busy street. I didn’t even know the dog had left the house - he snuck out.

It is good to note the many times cops do the right thing. There is a sub strata of folks on FR who seem to sign up just to post bad cop stories.

[donhunt]

Protect and Serve.

[Responsibility2nd]

You hate cops.

But a cop found your dog.

What a conrundrum.

[SwatTeam]

I’m very glad this has a happy ending. You should buy the
office a box of doughnut holes. They’re less fattening than
the whole ones.

[humblegunner]

We need more happy endings these days.

[thefactor]

Coming from a cop, allow me to thank you for a positive story about a police officer. It’s appreciated. Glad Miss Blue is back home causing trouble.

[Irenic]

After reading so many cop-shot-the-dog stories of late—it’s very heartening to read your account!

I’m glad you got your pup back and perhaps your policeman deserves some homemade cookies or something?

Great story! Great officer! *woot* :)

[savedbygrace]

In Dog, “blue” means “behave”.

[Joe 6-pack]

"As we live in a rural farming area..."

I'm guessing that played a large role in your dog's fate. In small towns, police and sheriff's deputies tend to be a lot more responsive to, and interactive with the citizens. Not always the case, but a good rule of thumb.

[Larry Lucido]

Cool story.

One of my favorite things was when I could unite a family with its pet. Once I was dispatched on a motorcycle accident on C.F. Hawn Freeway in Dallas near Seagoville. The paramedics were loading up the banged-up driver into the ambulance, and this chow-mix was wandering around. Turned out to be the drifter-biker’s “passenger” and companion. I got the name of the biker’s brother and as I rounded the corner to the house, the puppy’s ears perked up and he got all excited about being back “home.”

[WayneS]

It’s heartbreaking when the ones we’ve spent our blood, sweat and tears trying to raise to be responsible citizens go out and get themselves in trouble by running afoul of the law.

I assume she’s been grounded for a good long time.

;-)

[libertarian27]

He got out of the car and told us that he had someone in custody that we might want to see.

How cute is that!

[PGR88]

why would you think a cop would want to shoot your dog???

Cops are dog-owners too, and nearly all them take their oaths to serve quite seriously.

[Conan the Conservative]

“The Night The Cop’s Brought Home My Dog ( They didn’t shoot her!)”

They likely just missed and had to settle for beating her with a rubber hose. :-)

[melsec]

When we were living in the country our Jack Russell cross King Cavalier Spaniel used to escape quite regularly to look for ladies or to hang about outside the local bar to get pats. One day we had a friend who was also the local Police Sargeant call us to say that he had our dog locked up in the old cells at the rear of the Police Station.

We went to the station to pick our dog up and were taken out to the cells - wouldn’t you know it - he escaped from there as well. On the way back home we drove past the pub and there he was sitting outside the door being patted by a very happy and not so sober local.

He was my best ever dog, sadly he passed away a few years back - still miss him.

Mel

[momtothree]

I would definitely keep an eye on Blue... sure there are Spring Break plans. What a wonderful story about the officer.... perhaps you could write him an “atta boy” letter to his Captain or something? I would mention community policing... that is always a good one.

[Salamander]

Thank God for the happy ending!

Many years ago my EX [note emphasis] left the front gate open when he left for work.

I let my Ibizan Hounds out the back door and when I called them back in, only Minny showed up.

I went out front to see where Red and Renny were only to find the gate blowing in the freezing February wind.

Still in my jammies and slippers, I jumped into the car and went to look for them.

They can run for hours at steady 25 mph lope and I thought that was the last I'd ever see of them.

Having gone up and down RT 40 several times and finding nothing, I turned up the back road to the old KOA camp.

I saw eyes glowing in the field and jumped out of the car and quietly, slowly crept towards the eyes.

I seized the neck attached to the eyes nearest me only to hear a loud SNORT!...from the whitetail doe I'd just captured.

I let go and she and her fawn bounded off into the night.

By this time, I was in tears.

I took one more trip up RT 40 and on my way back home, saw Renny trotting right down the center line with Red pacing her on the ridge north of the road.

I was helpless.

I couldn't try and catch them for fear of provoking a game of "chase me!" so I drove behind Renny until she disappeared over the bank.

When I got home, they were both sitting at the front door, waiting to be let in.

[their previous owners let them run the countryside with no concerns and this was "normal" for them]

At first I wanted to kill them both but ended up crying and hugging them instead.

When they went back in the living room, sensible Minny looked at them, from her toasty comforter pile on the sofa, with a glare that simply said "Idiots".

If you wonder how I could mistake a deer for my dogs, this is why;

A pack of dogs or herd of sofa deer?

:)