Nov 11, 2004

The dog I shot

A while back, working uniform, I responded to a late-night domestic call in a trailer park (if there was a Graceland for domestics, it would be in a trailer park).  I pulled up and saw directly in front of me two dogs fighting.  Behind the dogs was a group of drunken tweakers*, one of them bleeding from large lacerations on his arm.  The other drunks were doing one of three things:

 

1) Screaming at the bleeding guy, telling him how much of an idiot he was to try and separate fighting dogs.  

 

2) Screaming at the first group for yelling at someone who was losing most of his blood (diluted as it was by Bud Light and methamphetamine).  

 

3) Screaming at me, telling me to just “Shoot the damn dog!”  

 

I could not get to the injured man because of the fighting dogs, so I grabbed my trusty spice can and blew the load of pepper spray at the dogs.  This did not stop them for more than 10 seconds; and then the ambulance arrived, forcing me to deal with the dogs so they could save the bleeding drunk guy.  

 

Just a side note here, I don’t think that most meth addicts are in that much danger of dieing.  It seems the drunken tweakers are always the ones that survive when those around them die- a Lt. from the SO nearby told me once that in order to kill a tweaker you have to cut off his head and eat it. 

 

Anyway, while many of the crowd is telling me to “Shoot the dog”, one of the animals (a chow… I hate chows) peals off the fight and runs directly at me.  It looks like it finally realized that I was the one who made its nose burn, and it was pissed!  When It got about 5 feet from me, I shot it with my P-226 (I know… a 9mm, but it was a long time ago).  The dog went down, then all of the tweakers came out of their collective haze and yelled at me, “You shot the wrong dog, that was OUR dog!”  I beg to differ; this officer shot the correct dog, the one that was trying to eat me!  Things went from bad to worse, the tweakers were now talking about killing me, of course all their petty bickering was over once I had shot their dog (the dog rates right up there with cousin Festus in the family tree) .  Of course, nothing unites dopers like being pissed at the Police.  After a moment or two they settled down and came up to me, begging for me to “Finish off” their dog because it was going through what looked like death throws.  I refused to coup de' grace thedog, as I had Animal Control enroute, and had to give them a chance to bandage a wounded dog (they all seceretly want to be Steve Erwin; wrestling alligators, large snakes and wounded chows). 

 

Well, a long story short, it turned out that my 9mm had just grazed the dog on the jaw and knocked it loopy for a time, an hour later it was up and being disinfected by Animal Control.  My Sgt convinced the tweakers that I was a very good shot and intended all along to just “Wound” the dog, they asked him to thank me for them.  

 

Finally, I thought that this was surely a tweaker’s dog- it’s still alive because I didn’t cut the head off and eat it.

 

*Tweeker. Noun. 1) Someone who is taking methamphedamine; "The Tweeker took apart the entire Chevy".  2) Some who is exibiting the effects of Methamphedamine or "speed"; "Look mom, that tweeker is convulsing and spitting up blood!"

3 comments:

xxlilfweak1231xx said...

THIS HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF THE FUNNIEST STORIES THAT I HAVE FOUND IN A JOURNAL YET!!!    I WAS ONCE INTO DOPE...  SO I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE AROUND A BUNCH OF THEM-  HELL, I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE ONE OF THEM!!!   LOL    I AM BETTER NOW....  BUT THIS DOG THING IS GOING TO STAY WITH ME FOR AWHILE!!  I MIGHT EVEN HAVE A LINK TO THIS IN MY JOURNAL!! MAYBE TOMORROW WHEN I AM MORE AWAKE!   BE CAREFUL AND HAVE A GOOD ONE!   RACHEL    

boofanna said...

That was quite a funny story...you are a very good writer I enjoy reading your blogs.  Feel free to read mine as well.

Beth

dmedge22 said...

I just thought that I would let you know from someone that has usd meth for over ten years and has been sober for almost nine months. It is the hardest thing that I ever had to do. Until you are in that situation where it comes to choosing between your life and death. Like I said it is the hardest decision.  That choice was not made by me but by the creator of this world...GOD. There must be something that I am here for...maybe being a good parent to my 2 girls or maybe it is to tell people that think it's funny to see "tweekers" running around, and yes you can die from using meth...usually by their owns hands. It's not fun, it's not that we loved choosind this drug over our families and completely tearing lives apart, it wasn't our choice anymore, it was the choice of the drug!