Officer McDonald Liked Slurpees

 

In the mid to late 80s I was a Field Training Officer (FTO) on night shift for the Houston Police Department.  It was about the only time I had a partner assigned to ride with while working night shift, and then it was a rookie police officer who may or may not understand the duties associated with wearing a blue uniform.

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I had a basic rule when working with these rookie police officers, their having had three weeks of riding on day shift prior to coming over to night shift for continued training.  The first week was a chance for me to see how much they’d adjusted to being a police officer and so they were passengers in the patrol car doing reports and other regular duties.  Then on their second week of training I’d go out on a limb and see if they could drive.

Enter my chance to meet Officer McDonald.  He loved that police officers were given a free soda or Slurpee at the local 7-Eleven store each night.  He had his Slurpee with him during most of the shift and didn’t think it would interfere with his duties.

During his second week riding with me I let him take the wheel as we set up to catch a red light violation at one of my favorite intersections, Long Point at Hollister.  There’s a modest incline as part of the parking lot for whatever business is located at the southwest corner.  This position relative to the intersection gave a good view of any traffic while at the same time was far enough from the intersection to allow a relaxed setting for us.

After a short while sitting atop our perch, sure enough, a vehicle driving westbound on Long Point ran the red light by a couple of car lengths, plenty enough to justify pulling the driver over and issuing a traffic ticket.

“Let’s go”, I motioned with my hand, letting McDonald know it was time to put his police driving skills to use.

“Here, hold my Slurpee”, as he pushed the drink cup in my direction.  I tossed his Slurpee out the passenger window.

“You threw my Slurpee out the window?!”  McDonald couldn’t believe I’d tossed a perfectly good Slurpee out the window.

“You’re supposed to be paying attention to the driver of the vehicle that just ran a red light, not worrying about the Slurpee and I’m supposed to be making sure you get it done safely.  You can get another Slurpee later.

I suppose there are plenty of police officers who can drive in pursuit of a traffic violator while holding a hot cup of coffee, soda or even munch on a burger; but letting a rookie develop those skills wasn’t on the list.

To be fair, Officer McDonald turned out to be a fine police officer and I’m pretty sure he made it to retirement, in spite of my having destroyed his favorite Slurpee that night.

Going for a Ride

 

When it’s time to take the trash out to the dumpster, the moment the puppies hear the plastic trash bag being removed from the canister in the kitchen, their ears perk up. Then, once I take the keys for the truck off the hook, they know it’s time, they’re going for a ride. 

The puppies have linked the idea of going to the dumpster or mailbox as a chance to have fun; but only if I go in the truck.  If we place the kitchen trash bag behind the front seat of the car then they know the game is over, no going for a ride this time.

On the other hand, if they see me with the keys to the truck it doesn’t matter whether or not there’s a bag of trash going to the dumpster, it’s time to go for a ride, at least that’s the mindset of our puppies, even the newcomer, Harold has joined this group.

Harold doesn’t want to actually get in the truck, just that he can tag along as the truck eases its way to the dumpster or mailbox.  Max and Shadow will sit in the passenger seat until the truck arrives at the dumpster, a tad over half a mile.  As soon as the truck stops, Max jumps out while I unload the trash from the back of the truck.  Then Max waits to see if I’m going the last bit of the way over to our mailbox or, if not, if I’m headed back to the house.

Shadow likes to ride the whole way while Harold, being a younger version of a puppy, runs the whole time, trying to prove he’s the lead puppy on this job.  As soon as the mailbox has been checked I tell Max, “Let’s go home!”  Max heads back down the road towards home and Harold figures he better do the same, trying to overtake Max for the lead.

This is how it’s done, most of the time.  There’s a glitch in this system, one that presents itself when I want to go into town in the truck.  The puppies automatically think the truck only goes to the dumpster and mailbox; why else would I take the truck?

When they follow me all the way to the dumpster and mailbox; but I’m actually going somewhere else, I have to tell Max to head on home and then goose the engine so the truck leaves in the opposite direction so quickly that the puppies can’t keep up.  I do this until I’m well down the road, around the bend and out of sight.  This works, most of the time.

Today wasn’t most of the time as I later found out.

I headed toward Crockett to visit some friends from church.  Their property is almost all the way to Crockett, a good thirty minutes or so drive.  We visited for almost an hour before I headed back home.

I knew something was wrong as the truck pulled into our driveway.  Max was the only puppy waiting for me to park the truck.  Shadow and Harold were nowhere to be found; that’s not normal.  I gave them a little while to turn up; perhaps they spotted a squirrel or a rabbit and went chasing it off to the other side of the fence line. 

After a while an empty feeling landed in the pit of my stomach, maybe these two puppies didn’t follow Max home, maybe they tried to follow the truck as I sped off down the road.  That’s when I got in the truck and started driving around the area looking for two really stupid puppies, puppies who got lost and couldn’t find their way back home.

I made a large circle, driving down each of the county roads that all are connected spanning several miles; nothing.  I drove back to our property and there was Max, all alone still.  I glanced at the time and knew it was time to drive over to the Thornley’s for Family Home Dinner.  I put Max in the house so he wouldn’t try to follow as I’d be in the truck again.

I drove really slow, going down the same county road; but asking a road crew if they’d seen two puppies, giving them a brief description of how they both had a white blaze mark on their chests. It might have been a waste of time since it appeared the workers only spoke Spanish as they waved to me.

A little further I spotted one of our neighbors driving one of those sport vehicles, camouflage paint on what could easily have been a golf cart sized vehicle.  Before I could ask, he must have read my mind as he asked, “Are you looking for two black dogs, look like Pits?”

I was already nodding that I was as he pointed down the road a way, “They’ve been on our property by the pond for a long time, looked like they were exhausted”.  I figured it to be about  two miles from our property since it was right near where CR 358 intersects with CR 314.  That’s a busy place for a stupid and confused puppy to be wandering around. 

As soon as I drove a bit further, I saw both coming towards the truck.  There was a school bus coming at the same time and I could only hope the puppies wouldn’t dart out in front of the school bus once they recognized my truck.  Their tongues were hanging out and both of them were drenched in sweat from having run so much. 

Shadow jumped inside the truck, but Harold was still not sure how to react as he backed away. I turned the truck around, calling out the whole time, “Let’s go home, Harold, let’s go home!”

Harold is a young puppy, guessing he’s less than two.  He had enough energy to keep up with the truck as I carefully and slowly inched back home.  Harold kept up the whole way while Shadow was totally winded sitting on the passenger seat.  All the puppies are home now, Harold had enough energy to go chasing a rabbit that ducked under the cargo container.

I called the Thornley’s and let them know I’d be a little late; but that I had some brownies, a sort of tradition for our family to take when we go for Family Home Evening.  I didn’t mention to anyone that Shadow had stepped on the plate of brownies.  They were well protected within a gallon freezer bag and I didn’t see any damage. 

So, how was your day?