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Two 911 Calls in Three Days

The first of the calls probably should not have been a 911 call, but we didn't know who else to contact. Sunday afternoon while mowing the lawn, I saw a stray dog prancing up Clinton Ave. having a jolly old time. After I decided he seemed friendly, I was able to coax him toward me. He was really a sweet dog, probably a German Shepherd/Chow mix. We trotted back to the house together where Sam and Buddy let me know from behind the living room window that they did not like the sight of me with a strange dog.

After calling 911, I saw a blue pickup driving up and down the street v-e-r-y slowly. I waved him down and sure enough the dog hopped into the seat like nothing was amiss.

So then, this morning Kari was walking Sam and noticed a strange box on the side of the road next to the park. She looked inside and saw a dead chicken with it's head cut off. She called 911 and within 10 minutes the police showed up to dispose of the chicken before kids started walking by on their way to school. Freaky!