Just last week I got called back to that same house twice in 2 days- the one where the girl had just gotten out of jail and I surprised her at her house when I went there to ask her to come to the shelter to reclaim her dog. The first day her tweaker neighbor “M” was visiting her and I had to cite her for her dog being loose in the neighborhood attacking other people’s dogs. (“M’s” dog is a Belgian Shepherd that I broke out of cars twice last year when it was owned by a different tweaker, “T.”) I hadn’t expected to run into “S," I was only tracking down “M” and didn’t realize I was at “S’s” house until it was too late to call the cops for a follow. (This is the nekkid girl with the shotgun history.) She was very pleasant though.
So I got to catch up with “S” while “M” finished up a screaming fight on her cell phone with someone about a credit card issue. “S” definitely remembered answering the door nekkid, she told me she usually gets nekkid and plays her drums when she knows the cops are coming over to get her.
Anyway, the VERY NEXT DAY “S’s” other neighbor noticed that "S's" dog (a small Jack Russell Terrier) had been tied up on her rear, elevated deck all night long and was tangled around a chair and some huge chunk of wood and couldn’t move, and now it was 90 degrees out and the dog had no water or shelter and was tired out from barking all night long. This time the cops made me wait for them. I knocked on all available doors and windows (there was new stucco around the metal security door but nobody had painted it yet) and got no answer. This was not unusual for her, according to the cops. She was either passed out in one of her rooms or simply didn’t want to talk to the cops.
It was hot enough that the dog would be injured or killed if left tied in the sun with no water for more than a couple of hours, so I borrowed the neighbor’s 20’ extension ladder, and climbed up on to the deck from the side yard while all the cops pointed their guns at all the doors and windows in case “S” suddenly materialized with her shotgun. I used the window- and door-checking techniques I learned from watching NYPD Blue and also COPS and verified "S" wasn’t in her house, grabbed the dog and climbed back down the ladder. The good news is, “S” is now in detox and her dog is in the care of a local vet until she is ready to get him back.
