Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Did I tell you about my run in with the dog catcher?

I don't think I did.

Anyhoo, I was caught up in some work and the door bell rang - you know how it goes, you're distracted and you answer the door and you're not really taking much notice of the person on the otherside. So there's a guy in a uniform - like a county worker uniform - and I assume that he's someone to do with the complaint I made about the backed up street drain out front.

Here's how the conversation goes:

"Good afternoon ma'am. Do you own the Akita?"
Annoyed at being interrupted I say, "No, mines the orange Honda in the driveway." Along with a finger pointed to the aforesaid driveway, with a 'duh, you just walked past it' look.
Man in the uniform looks as me strangely. "So you don't own a dog then?"
I look back at him wondering WTF my car and a dog have in common. "No, just a Siamese cat." I then get a little more of a clue and take note that the truck the guys driving has cages on the back of it, not a hulking great pump to suck the crap out of the drain. Shit, he's the dog catcher and I just made a total ass out of myself.
"You definitely don't own an Akida then? (I blush) Or a big dog that just broke through your back fence and bit somebody, because they're sure it came from this house."
"Nope, just me and my cat, and believe me the only reason she's going to bite someone is if you get between her and her catfood bowl." Thank god the man smiled at that one.

Then he spent the next 15mins with a dog whistle driving all over our little corner of the subdivision trying to find the dog. I don't know if he ever found the dog, but this weekend, guess what was sitting outside the house next door where new neighbours just moved in about a month ago - you guessed it a pile of old rotten fencing and an Akita (which is nothing like a Honda!)

4 comments:

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I'd like to nominate this post as the #1 reason why we writers need personal assistants... *grin*

Emily Veinglory said...

LOL, well he could have acted like a normal person by introducing himself and explaining what he was doing on the doorstep.

Lucy Felthouse said...

Hehe. I like it... made me laugh. The only downside being the bloke probably thought 'typical woman.' Ah well, he's a dog catcher - you're a talented writer, I know which I'd rather be!!

Rhian / Crowwoman said...

heeheeeee! that sounds like something i would do - confuse a car name and a dog breed. hey - it's an easy mistake to make.