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Pop-up dog. 5/27/2008

I was driving home late on Saturday night, on the wrong side of oh-dark-thirty. It was cool outside, so I had the windows down on the truck, cruising along. I came up to the toll plaza, slowed down and paid the toll. As I pulled away from the toll booth, I saw a police road block at the exit of the toll plaza. I slowly moved along, and joined the line of cars queuing up to get past the block. I pulled up and came to a halt when the cop waved his torchlight, flagging me down.

The truck comes with bench seats, and this particular night, the front bench seat was occupied. With my dog. Well, I wouldn’t use the word dog. She’s a big dog, and the best way to describe her would be in the words of my father, who said, when he first saw her, “what is that? a wolf?” Suffice it to say that she has a rather mean and slightly serial killer-ish way of looking at the world. The usual expression she has on her face is, “I could tear out your liver now and eat it, but I’m not hungry so I won’t bother.” If you think I’m kidding, a couple of weeks ago she tried to tear out the throat of my other dog. She almost succeeded too, resulting in the other dog needing lots of stitches and spending a few days in the infirmary, and a humongous vet bill.

So I come to a stop, and wait, looking at the cop coming up to the passenger side door, across from me. He shines his torchlight into the truck, and is about to ask for my license when the wolf, very suddenly, sits up and pops her face right into the beam of the torchlight. The cop sees this big wolf like dog pop into his face like a jack-in-the-box, and utters a scream, dropping his torchlight. My dog looks at him a little quizzically, wondering how much effort it would take to jump through the window and rip his overweight throat out.

Behind the cop were his buddies, and when he screamed, they looked over and start walking over quickly, in case something was wrong. Well, there was something wrong. The cop was overweight for his uniform, for one thing, and we were certainly in imminent danger of being blinded in case the buttons decided to pop off his dress shirt. As they came up to the truck, the dog uttered a low growl, and then a bark. Something in that growl must have tripped a switch, probably the one that says that once, a long time ago, humans were not at the top of the food chain. That growl signified dinner time, and not for the humans.

The cops froze. They took a step back in unison, and one of them waved me on, hurriedly. I nodded my head, and engaged the gears. I drove off, with the dog looking out the window at the 3 cops. I may have been my imagination, but I think she was salivating a little.

Oh, and remember that torchlight the cop dropped on the ground in shock?

As I drove off, I heard the sound of crunching plastic as one of the truck’s tyres rolled over it.

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• Author : thesnark

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