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Deputy Dog: Call of the Day

One of my brother's calls from the rural half of the state.....

 

Complainant:

I can't find my dog. I think he is up on property behind mine: 800 acre cattle ranch. I heard a gun shot. Now, I can't find my dog.

Deputy Dog: 

If your dog is after livestock, ranchers can shoot it.

Complainant:

I know the law, but they shouldn't be able to shoot my dog.

Deputy Dog:

Okay, how can I help?

 

The Complainant hangs up.

The Nature of Theft

 

If you put your laundry on the free bench in the apartment complex, you cannot report someone stole it. 

 

 

Beggar's and 18th

 

I'm covering Carroll, on Beggar's and 18th. A drunk goth gal in a corset and safety pinned pants is raging. When I arrive, she's armed with a whiskey bottle, wielding it like a club. Seeing my prowler, she launches forward shrieking in a primal scream, "I hate you!" Her left hand finds the passenger side door and starts to swing the bottle to the window. 

I exit to enrage. The goth circles the front of the Ford to fight.

And then, I grab her. I pin her biceps to her sides and say,

You will not use force or I will force on you.

She's stunned and stands in place. I see the healed cut marks on her wrists.

I cock my head, look around her, and address Carroll,

Wanta grab her?

Carroll had been standing back, mouth open, staring, but she quickly closes. Grabbing the gal, she disarms the drunk, dropping the bottle so it shatters on the street.

As we go to cuff, the gal arches her head back set to head butt Carroll.

I intercede, grabbing the goth's neck and pressing down until she's in a squat and unable to move.

As we lead her, crying, to Carroll's car, a woman screams down from the fourth floor of a walk up, "You stupid bitch! That's what you get for fighting the police!"

 

 

 

Opening the Can of Worms

 

The district car, one over south was slammed, graced with calls holding from 1300 and more and more more piling on. I took three of his to help the load. The third was a plate of worms. A pup, in early September had taken a stolen vehicle report from a car company. A test drive never returned the car. The pup had not entered the car into LEDS. The report had been sent back from Records for more information and had never been approved. The officer is out with Covid, so I tried make things right. A supervisor's supervisor's supervisor from the car company called from greater LA and waited an hour with dispatch to make a call. I spoke to her eight hours later. I linked the calls, including a spotting of the car in mid-October with plates stolen from a car in a neighboring agency, got an approval from a sergeant, and finally reported the car as stolen. 

 

 

Prevention

 

Off Beggars and 2nd, dealing with the debris of mope who failed a mugging and took his rage by smashing an e-scooter into a parked Kia.

Two men park next to the smashed car. They look at me, the damaged car, and their parking spot. The passenger steps out with a concerned look on his face. After the last 18 months, I waiting for him to flip me off, tell me to quit my job, or yell all cops are bastards. I take a breath, a waive him over. 

He says, "This doesn't seem like the safest place to park our car. "

You're right. This is one of the least safe places in the city. 

"Is there a safer place we can park, we are staying at an Airbnb nearby?"

I point to ten story parking garage a block away. 

That is the safest garage nrearby. Their security does regular patrols. Where ever you park, leave nothing in your car. Nothing. 

What year is your Subaru?

"A 2008."

If you're going to park in the city, I recommend a steering wheel locking device like a club. Older Subarus are one the most stolen cars in the city.

"How do they start the without keys?"

They crack the ignition cylinder.

"Thank you for being so frank with me." 

You're welcome. 

He jumps back in the car and he and his friend leave the lot. 

 

Not Nice

 

Betty is spinning, babbling about her children being in a toilet. 

 

I listen. Give concern. 

 

That sounds terrible. Where are your children?

 

She says, “Let me show you!”

 

She walks up and knocks the hat off my head. 

 

 try to de-escalate. That’s not nice. 

 

Then, leans forward and rushes up. Baring her teeth, she bites at my cheek.  The chomp is inches from my face. 

 

I could punch her. I could taser her, but I go with the least amount of force.  As I take her left arm to spin her and direct her away, I say, Don’t Bite Me or……

 

She bites again, missing, as I push her shoulder away from me. 

 

Betty barks, “Watch what I do now!”

 

Before she can bite again, I change tactics. From an escort hold, to arm bar, I push her shoulder down using her arm as a lever. Her shoulder is the fulcrum. 

 

I ease her down, put her arm behind back and pin her to the ground until 1066 and his trainee arrive. 

 

 

Not Theft

 

If you can't pay your bar tab, and use your phone as collateral, you cannot later file a theft report claiming the bartender stole your phone from you. 

 

 

Above the Donut Shop

 

At a No-tell,  above the donut shop, 1066, his trainee,  and I checking on Don. Before we knock, We can hear him screaming at himself at the speed of a blender. 

Don won’t open the door, so we talk to him through it. 

When asked what his diagnosis is? He replies, “Alphabet Soup.” 

Tonight, Don is raging against his Skynet Slumlord and insists “women are evil.” On his door, he has written in Sharpie that women are “whores” and “ignorant cunts.” When asked for the source of his anger, Don shouts he is ashamed his mother circumcised him 60 years ago. 

 

 

A Few Glances at Tonight's Mostly Peaceful Protest

 

 

 

 

Conservatively, the protest caused about $500,000 in damages. I would not be surprised if the real total topped a million.

 

 

 

Fairness

 

On 10th before Ten, El Cid and I are sent to a wreck.

A speeding west bound car ran a red hit  a north bound car and mail box and a parking meter. The impact launched the mail box and the parking meter into a building, cratering the wall.

Downtown is deserted, so no peds were struck. The speeding ca's driver and passenger have cuts and bruises from broken glass and the air bags, but both cars' occupants  can walk away.  

The speeding driver has no license or insurance. Despite a neutral witness's statement, she insists the other driver is at fault. When I ask why she doesn't have insurance, she claims she she just bought the car and no one told her she had to have insurance right away. 

She leaves decrying the unfairness of the older driver, 84 years old, being able to drive away while her totaled car is towed.