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I had a couple of Siberian Huskies myself. They were the most gentle, well-adjusted dogs, unless you happened to be a furry little animal. They went walkabout a few times, and killed a few neighbors cats over the course of several months.
One of the cat owners must have been the head of the neighborhood association or something, because they rounded up all of the offended cat owners and decided to take me to court. Which is fine, I guess. Don't come talk to me in person or anything. Just lawyer up. Of course their cats were outside, not on a leash or accompanied by a human either. But apparently cat shit doesn't stink.
Well the night I was supposed to go to court, there was a tornado. Sirens blaring, I called the courthouse and was told they would reschedule the court date. And that is exactly what they did.
That didn't stop the police from showing up at my door the next morning to take me to jail. I explained to him the situation. He didn't care. I told him I was going to grab a drink for the ride downtown and asked if he wanted one. He told me I was going to be in handcuffs, so I probably didn't need a drink.
As soon as I was safely handcuffed in the back seat, I ripped one of the nastiest smelling beer farts of my life to let this cop know what I thought of him. He was not happy.
Went downtown, got booked and spent a few hours in jail. Because my dogs got out.
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