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.