Let\'s Play Connect the Dots At least that's what was going on today. Started off by getting flagged down in town, guy making a complaint about a kid in his backyard, wanting to steal his dog. All he wants me to do is talk to the kid, blah blah blah. Well I got lucky and here comes the kid. 16 years old and bigger than I am. Of course he is being towed by a fawking a pit bull that could take on a male lion and probably win. This thing was huge. Head was bigger than a freaking basketball. Of course you know you're a scumbag when you use a tow strap as a leash. So after hearing his side, claims the dog in the backyard is his. Of course no one can prove anything, so I tell him to go through civil court with his claim. Well, this kid has an attitude with me and just about got a ride. Best part of the deal was while I was there, a local PD drove by, stopped and we talked. Ten minutes after I left, that cop had to go back. Kid called them complaining, I guess my interpersonal skills wasn't to his liking, guess I don't have dope skills. So moving on later into the night, I get a vicious dog call from another PD. Get out there, find out the fawking dogs traveled at least 4 miles to scare this poor lady. Nothing was attacked, owner picked up the dogs. So awhile later, I'm heading down the highway and right smack dab in the middle of the road is a doe who looked like she sat her a** on a Claymore mine. Bowels were exploded and it had that nice odor of porta poddy. I go to the office, do the paperwork thing, take off and get right outside town when I see Ricky Racer coming in hard. Have a nice chat with him, turn around and not 1/2 mile later, his older brother, Faster than the Speed of Light lights up my radar at better than twenty over. So I chat with him for a few minutes, take a looksy around his van for anything I might be interested into booking into evidence. Best part was looking through the console, I find this object that looks like a joint that has seen a little too much moisture, so I pull out the gloves and when I touch it, I find it's not a joint, but a fawking french fry. /forums/images/graemlins/yikes.gif Needless to say, I didn't find anything I was really interested investigating further. So to end my night, it went back to kids with attitude as I tried to track down a 16 year old who ran away after arguing with mom about the proper room to eat dinner. Guess I'm going to the high school here later to chat with him.