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Janet spent the next hour trying to get through to the proper authorities to report the murder of her dogs. I straightened up her living room for the first half hour and tried to talk her off the phone for a while after that. Insisting through tears that they will be with her any minute I assured her I was right next door if she needs me. Quietly clicking the door shut I turn toward home. I want to help Jan but also believe you can’t get anything productive done over the phone. Stewing over the whole scenario I turn the corner and am looking down at a rotund polyester belly.
Knocked from my trance I’m face-to-face with a pear-shaped officer and his short female partner. They are both smiling but neither really mean it.