I had to call the cops!

Our tropical storm is over, the debris has settled, and we are all on vacation. Awesome! So we all go out for breakfast at the new bistro. Lovely, ...except for the service. The waitress is so enamored with how beautiful my mother is, that her jaw falls to her knees when I tell her Mamacita is 80 years old! She is so flabbergasted, that she promptly throws our breakfast order in the garbage, (we find this out later);delivers three plates to our table of six people, then tries to give us two orders of French toast that belong to another table, all the while telling us that panini bread is ciabbata!  Sweet lady, but .... not cut out for this job! I consider myself lucky we got to eat at all.  Three ate at one time, and we three who had our order thrown in the garbage, got to eat twenty minutes later. We laughed, and told her "Get another job, quick!"  No, just kidding! 

I left there to go pick up some ribs on sale at the grocery store. The day was showing promise of being another hot and muggy one.  I park, and in the car next to me is a little pooch, barking away.  Right away I notice that all the windows are rolled up tight. That bothers me...a lot!  Would you leave a child in a car in the same situation?   I say to myself "Self, when you come out again, if that dog is still there, you are going to HAVE to call the police!"  So of course, the dog was still there, and now he's panting, the poor little thing.  He is one of those tiny poodle doggies.  I march right back into the grocery store and ask the cashier for the phone book. I tell them I am going  to call the police,and they look at me real scared! I go out with my cell,  and
call.  I am told they will send an officer immediately.  I was also told I could leave, that I didn't have to stick around, but I just COULDN'T. That dog has now been in that car for over half an hour.  I walk around in circles, watching everyone who comes out of the store like a hawk, ready to pounce on them if they happen to be the unfortunate owner of that poor pooch! Still no owner, and no police.  Then a light bulb comes on in my head! Maybe the car doors aren't locked! They are NOT! I grab the little doggie, put one of Vimy's leashes on him and proceed to walk around the parking lot with him. Another five minutes go by.  Who shows up at the same time? The owner of the dog out the doors of the grocery store, and the police car turning off the main drag. The tall blond woman was speechless, as I lectured her kindly (I think!) about the dangers of leaving a dog in a car on a HOT day, with the windows up, while I am giving her her dog back, and removing my leash..  Then I told her I had called the cops and he was coming, to see her,and that was him right there! When I left, the officer ( a hunka hunka burning love, by the way!) had his notebook out, as he was talking to her, and hopefully, he was giving her a lecture too!  If it only makes her think twice before doing such a stupid thing, it will have been worth turning a five minute quick stop at the grocery store, into a 45 minute STRESS-OUT for me!