Monday, August 29, 2011

Dogs for Drunks

Posted by: Blue

Last night at around 5:30 a.m., my partner and I were called to the General Hospital to pick up an intoxicated person and bring them to the tank.

Upon arrival, our subject was gone; he had sobered up while waiting and staff had let him walk.

While we were getting back into the cruiser, I was approached by a large mutt in need of a brushing.  He seemed harmless.  I reached my closed fist out.  He pushed his face into my hand for a pet.

No collar.  No tags.  Couldn't see a tattoo or a chip.  Hospital security told us they had been waiting on animal services all night.

My partner voiced on the radio: "November 105, Can you change our call to an animal call and show us enroute to the "jail" on Centre Street please?  One in custody."  The dispatcher stifled a laugh as she replied: "November 105, copy."

The pooch rode in the backseat quietly with his big ungroomed head poking into the front seat through the small window in our plexiglass shield.  I tried to get him to chew on my partner's epaulettes, but he wasn't listening.

The 24/7 shelter took him in and promised to try to find him a home.

I told my partner we probably got a better deal.  The dog seemed trained and was less likely to soil the backseat than a drunk was.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Happy Wife

I had just crawled into bed when I got the text. Normally I go to bed before 10 but tonight I found myself wide awake at 11:30.

You awake?


Gonna swing by in a few.


Just for a kiss.

I bolted out of bed and threw on a sweater while scrambling down the stairs. I had yet to see Blue in his car all geared-up. I stood by the window and waited. He was just a few streets over looking for a guy wanted for a domestic.

Ten minutes went by. My heart beat a little faster with each set of headlights that shone down the road. I looked around at the other houses hoping that no one was watching.

The cruiser pulled-up in front of the house. Blue was driving. His partners face illuminated by the computer screen.

He walked up to the house and I couldn't help but have a huge grin on my face. He looked so...serious and professional in his uniform. His new earpiece gave him a bit of an 'FBI' bad ass look. Blue is 6'5" and his boots probably add another inch to his height so when he's completely outfitted he looks like the type of cop that you just don't want to mess with.

He came inside and I got all sheepish. I didn't know if I should hug him or stand back. I was embarrassed with how much I was smiling. He's happy and comfortable and succeeding and it all shows.

We had a quick kiss and then he was off again.

 I watched him get into his car and pull away. It was so strange to see him in his new his element. He's used to his uniform and his vest and his gun. He's used to his cruiser and his radio and his touch screen computer. He's used to the stops and stares. I'm only used to hearing stories and washing his uniform and being flexible with his shifts so it was strange for me to get an itty bitty glimpse of him as a police officer.

I loved it. I quite literally went to bed with a smile on my face.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Bong Squad

Posted by: Blue

This morning, at the tail end of night shift, my paartner and I were dispatched to a call about a suspicious package.

The complainant had found what appeared to be a can or bottle wrapped in plastic shrink wrap with what appeared to be hoses attached.  The plastic wrap made it difficult to determine the exact nature of the package.

Exercising extra caution due to a string of arsons in the past few days in the surrounding area, we called our Sergeant.

The Sergeant called the Duty Inspector.

The Duty Inspector called the Bomb Unit.

We were relieved shortly after the call to the Bomb Unit by a day shift unit, including one of my friends from academy.  We left before the Bomb Unit arrived.

When I woke up before shift this evening, my friend texted me.  The mysterious package had been x-rayed with no suspicious results.  Upon further examination once it was determined to be non-volatile, the package was found to be a home-made bong.

At least the Bomb Unit got a good training run.

Saturday, August 6, 2011


Posted by: Blue

I went for a tour of our downtown station.  That location is our HQ and acts as a hub for a lot of our centralized units like the Court Disclosure and Arrest Processing Unit.  It also houses the unit that interfaces with the national records system: CPIC.

CPIC has all of the warrants that are currently in force that have been issued in the city.

There are currently approximatley 35 000 hard copy warrants in the system.

Population of the city: approximately 666 600

Per capita warrants: 5.26 warrants for every 100 people

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


Just read about the officer that was fatally shot in Rapid City, South Dakota yesterday.

Officer James Ryan McCandless, age 28.

Blue is 28.

They were both on duty at the same time.


My condolences go out to his family, his friends and his fellow officers.