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Frontrow seats.

Dave has had a bit of a fall out with his dad. Dave is 18 years old and in common with a lot of other 18 year olds knows an awful lot about everything. He has come home on a Saturday evening, just as it is getting dark, after spending most of the day drinking with his mates. He also seems to know a lot more when he has been drinking with his mates. He hasn’t done what he was asked to do and to make matters worse, when he was ‘reprimanded’ by father could not his mouth shut. The row that followed escalated into the familiar slanging match where well intentioned but misguided insults were batted to and fro like the best baseline rally you could wish to see.

The result……………….neither side wanted to back down, Dave because he was being spoken to like he was some form of idiot and was treated without respect, Dad because his son had crossed the line yet again being abusive, very disrespectful and threatening. Dave’s Dad had just about enough and was pushed to the point of getting hold of his son to shake some sense into him.

The result…………the argument escalates into a full blown wrestling match accompanied by the screams of onlookers and moves from inside the house, through the patio doors into the garden and the neighbourhood are treated to WWF slam-down with free front row seats.

Dave is starting to lose so decides to even things up with the aid of a baseball bat. He is intent on taking on all-comers. The neighbours from row 4B have called the Police and in the distance the reassuring sound of the referee’s two tone bell is heard and everything should begin to calm down. The sounds get closer and suddenly the front row windows in the surrounding theatre get the wrath of the very angry 18 year old as he practices his swing for the first strike. The spectators sudden excitement gained by someone else’s life in the spotlight remains interesting but they hope it will not be their windows that need replacing. Yet still they cannot quite break away from the excitement.

The result……………..the first Police response arrives. A single crewed unit on the way back into the station to go home. After an update and the sensible request for some cavalry, two more single crewed units arrived having dropped what they were doing to back up their colleague. Dave is now alone in the garden with his anger and his wooden friend. His wooden friend hisses angrily as he gets to sample the swoosh of the air as it quickly passes by it. The first one into the garden is ‘goin to ave sum’.

The result……………with no shield unit available the Dog Handler is requested and promptly arrives to assess the scene and enters the garden via stage left as the baseball bat is experiencing air turbulence close to the wall. ‘F+*# off or you’ll ave some copper, if you sets one foot in this garden you’re gonna ave it’

‘I am a Police Dog handler, I am in your garden. If you don’t put that bat down now I will come back with my dog and you will be bitten. This will hurt and you are likely to end up in hospital and be arrested. Do you understand ?’

‘Get yer f#+*in dog, cum on then you scum I’ll ave you both’

He is either deaf or likes a challenge. I return to my van to get out my friend. Should we go away ? No we are the Police, we deal with stuff like this. We return to the garden to find the batman again practising his swing. I am aware that the odds are now in my favour.

I begin to shout a warning to let all the witnesses in the windows of the front row know exactly who is the one with the dog, who is the one swinging the bat and what will happen if the bat is not put down immediately. My friend tells him this but in dog language. He appears to be offended by the manner and rudeness of this 18 year old. I pull my dog back, unclip the lead and grab hold of his collar. The 18 year old suddenly crashes to the ground dropping the bat whilst doing so. ‘Don’t hurt me I’ll do anything you say’.

I approach tell him to lie on his front and kick the bat away. I call in the troops who are by the gate behind some shields. He is handcuffed and led away sobbing and the onlookers begin to cheer loudly. They have had to put up with this on a regular basis.

I am pleased to have been of help and pleased that my friend has been positive again. We have avoided anyone being injured. Lots of people wonder whether they bite. We know they do, we know this is painful, we tell them this and most of them do not want to really find out.

More importantly I have enhanced our reputation with response and feel sure they will think about us and call us to help again. Also, I have that positive feeling that it has been another good day. I will enjoy it as it might not be the same tomorrow.

6 Responses

  1. Nice one. It’s great when the sharp end is looming closer and the cold hard reality sinks in. Kepp up the good work, both of you.

  2. Oops, that will be ‘keep’ then, won’t it.

  3. I think I like your friend.

    I am also quite glad he is on ‘our side’

    Give him a biccie from me

  4. ha ha ha “My friend tells him this in Dog language”. Makes no logical sense at all but everyone understands perfectly! Ha still making me laugh…. I do find myself somehow disappointed he bottled it. As I think your friend might have too….

  5. Top job all around.
    Too much paperwork these days if your friend gets a chance to ‘make contact’ with some violent idiot.

  6. I loved this comment “the sharp end is looming closer and the cold hard reality sinks in.”

    I think it’s interesting that people seem to fear the dogs more than they do the humans. I’m glad that it ended successfully. Dogs love a job to do. He was lucky.

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