CH 9 THE LAW
Anne | March 7, 2010“I got a call from Suzie last night,” Ken said to me one morning as the pit bulls fought to the death over their stick. It was a good stick; it looked thick enough to last for at least 5 minutes.
“Oh, what did she have to say?” I asked. I knew Bubba counted the dog officer as one of his facebook friends. Ken liked to say he had the best-connected dog in Fitchburg.
“She got eight calls yesterday complaining about the pit bulls up here.”
“But why? Nothing has happened.”
‘The caller told her Dolly was the problem. She also mentioned you by name.”
“Who was it? Did she say? Did she say anything about Bubba?”
Ken answered the most important query first. “The caller said Bubba was a good dog. It was just that Dolly and Anne.”
I groaned. “It must be that woman who Dolly took the glove from. She knows my name. Is that who it is?”
“She didn’t leave her name. Suzie said she left eight messages before work yesterday.”
“It must be her. She’s whacked,” I said with all the aplomb of a frustrated social worker.
“Errr. Errr.” The dogs echoed my frustration. Of course they were just playing tug with no concern for larger social issues.
“She knows me too,” Ken said.
“Yeah, but she said Bubba was okay,” I countered. “I’d better call Suzie today.”
How could Suzie not be able to identify a caller? “Doesn’t the city have caller ID?” I wondered. “I would think so,” Ken said.
“As far as I’m concerned you are doing everything ight,” Suzie the dog officer told me the next day.
“Your dog is licensed and vaccinated. You have her under control.”
“Well, mostly,” I hedged. “She’s still learning.”
“I might go walk somewhere else for a few days, let things calm down,” I thought out loud.
That’s a good idea, just for a few days,” Suzie said.
“Ken said you didn’t have the lady’s name. Don’t you have caller ID in the city?” I can be a little obsessive when I want.
“She had a blocked number.”
“I think I know who it is,” I said. “That woman who works at the museum. She’s afraid of Doll. I don’t know her name though. She knows mine.”
“Yeah, I know,” Suzie harumphed. “Try to get her license number. I’ll track her down.” Suzie instructed.
A week later Suzie showed up at Flat Rock in the animal control truck. The dogs were all happy to see her. She must give off good dog vibes.
“She’s following me around,” Suzie said. “She called my supervisor to say I wasn’t doing my job.”
“Is she threatening you? Are you afraid she’ll do something?”
“Oh, no,” the five foot nothing dog officer declared. “I have police training.”
“Her son had to take a restraining order out on her to keep her away from his kids. They won’t let her pick them at school,” Wendy told us.
“Do we know it’s her?” I asked. The dour golem-like woman was starting to take on epic proportions.
“I’m trying to get her license plate number,” Suzie said. “My supervisor told her unless she left her name and number we couldn’t do anything for her.”
I marveled. When did the woman find time to make all these calls? She sounded in desperate need of a life.
“I’ve been up here a few times. I know everyone will vouch for Dolly being a good dog,” Suzie said. “Everyone up here likes her. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
Dolly was doing her hardest to charm. She hadn’t moved more than a few inches from Suzie’s leg since we started talking. Did she realize she was in the eye of a storm?






While recognizing the seriousness of this situation, with its criminal implications and all, I hope its OK if I laugh out loud?
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