THE LETTER

THE REASON

I had to rep for my dog! I got into this big fight with a cop regarding the leash law and having control of my dog. He told me I was playing “childish games” with him, and everytime he left I’d let Logan off the leash. Come on cop, get a life. Fight real crime. I pleaded my case and how harmless Logan is and before I could say much he said “I know more about dogs than you’ll evvvver know, a mastiff could come over the hill and maul your son! How would you like that? You people never pick up the dog shit and ruin it for everybody.” I laughed at him, and dangled a bag of Logan dung, eye-level with him in his cruiser.  I laughed harder when he asked for my information and couldn’t spell my street name. I offered him my ID to speed shit up. He fined me, but couldn’t tell me how much the fine was for so I really couldn’t respect that. In a blatant act of fearlessness, heroism, and disrespect, Logan threw himself off the door of the cop car several times, prompting the cop to take down Logan’s information. He didn’t even know what type of dog he was! A fucking LAB man, most common breed in America. The guy just finished telling me he was commander of the K-9 patrol and knows more about dogs than I’ll ever know. Come on! I did a little research on him and discovered he wasn’t who he said he was, however he’s still a “SGT.” so whatever. He told me that I’m lucky his cruiser is old and needs a paint job. Logan was just saying what up.

I guess I should pay this fine right? $25 isn’t worth going to court over.

YOU GOTTA LOVE HIM!

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