Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Police Blotter! - Never Mind

Abby Lab here - Mom has a good friend that is a minister up in Alaska.  He shared the local police blotter, and she started snorting her coffee reading some of them, especially the one about the wildlife.

So for today - we present Police Blotter:  Never Mind

Welfare Check
Officers responded three times to a residence where an intoxicated occupant repeatedly called the police for assistance with unspecified problems, and then insisted that they leave once they arrived on scene. No criminal activity was observed.

Theft
An intoxicated caller reported a possible theft. The caller was unable to articulate why she thought there was a theft and hung up the phone.

Assistance Rendered
Caller reported being attacked by swooping eagles. She was afraid to move for fear of injury. Officers responded to assist. As the officers arrived, the sun set. The eagles seemed to lose interest in the caller once it was dark.  She was able to continue walking down the hill unmolested by her feathered attackers.

Sportfishing
Caller reported individuals “dip-netting” in the “Church Hole.” Officers responded and found that two German tourists were filming the salmon underwater using GoPros on a pole.

Traffic/Roads
Officers investigated a possible oversized trailer. The trailer was under water when an officer arrived on scene and its dimensions could not be immediately ascertained.

Suspicious Person/Activity
Officer investigated some blinking lights on a piece of heavy equipment. Nothing was found to be amiss.


Animals
Caller reported that someone was feeding the eagles causing a hazard as one of the eagles had flown into her truck. Officers investigated and discovered that the eagles were not being fed but were congregating, as eagles are known to do.



Ambulance Request 

EMS personnel provided care and transport for a man who had been struck in the back with a 35-kg block of frozen fish.

Animal 

Barking dog complaint. An officer responded to the residence at which the barking dogs allegedly live, and found the two dogs there were the only dogs in the neighborhood that were not barking.

Assistance Rendered 

An officer responded to the PCR regarding a report of smoke emanating from the building.  The officer determined that the smoke was coming from a chimney in the Burma Road Chapel.

Assistance Rendered 

An officer responded to the PCR regarding a report of smoke emanating from the building.  The officer again determined that the smoke was coming from a chimney in the Burma Road Chapel.

Animal 

Two police officers and the ACO chased a small vulpine dog that was frolicking in traffic, from East Broadway to Dutton to Jack London Drive, where it eventually fled to the confines of its own home.  The owner was cited. 

Suspicious Person/Activity 

Drunken caller in Florida reported that her husband, in Unalaska, had threatened to kill her. She reported as well that her husband had tried to hit her 19 years earlier, but had instead hit their daughter.  An officer asked the woman to phone with more information when she is sober.

Thanks to our friend Reverand Paul and for also sending the follow up article about the young officer that writes the blotter.


Small Town's Police Blotter Is A Riot

In one Alaskan fishing village, crime is a laughing matter. It's not the crimes that have residents chuckling so much as how they're written about. The Unalaska crime report is full of eagle aggression and intimate encounters gone awry in the Aleutian Islands.


Sgt. Shockley, Dutch Harbor Police Dept.
When Sgt. Jennifer Shockley (now the Deputy Chief) heads out on patrol each day, she's got the police blotter on her mind. Her goal is to paint a detailed picture of the town's often ridiculous crimes.

"I can only imagine that someone who's never been here would think that this is some kind of Twilight Zone town where every form of human oddity and absurdity exists all at once — exacerbated by alcohol," she says."


Monday, August 22, 2016

I Believe I Can Fly - The Labrador Song

 I believe I can fly

 I believe I can touch the sky

 I think about it every night and day
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 Spread my wings and fly away

I believe I can soar
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I see me running through that open door

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 I believe I can fly

 I believe I can fly
 I believe I can fly

Lyrics by R. Kelly

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Closing Ceremonies

Abby Lab here.  It's the closing ceremonies for the Blogville Pawlympics.  For a recap of the action, first visit Blogvilles former mayor Madi who will open the ceremonies.
Then, there will be a speech from Blogville founder, my fella Frankie, from

And we can't forget to thank our organizers and hosts- Mayor Candy-Dates and Organizers, Arty, Christmas and Lexi

Now I have to go find my dancing shoes so I can attend the Pawlympic Wrap Up Paw-ty with Frankie and congratulate all the gold medal winners, because everyone in Blogville is a winner.


Go listen to Candy-date Arty's closing statements  at:


and then check back later for  the paw-ty fun.

For more Candy-date closing statesments click on:

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Attention - Kitty Lovers in North/Northcentral Indiana and Illinois


UPDATE:  "LUCY" HAS BEEN ADOPTED -  My best friend is sad to see her go but happy she's going where she will get a LOT of attention and loving. Also a  big thanks to my friend's sister who is a nurse practitioner and spread the word online to her friends in the medical community.

This little thing showed up at my best friend's country house in NW Indiana, near Valporaiso, likely dumped. My friend already has 8 rescues who had met the same fate who they then adopted but with extra vet expenses for the many seniors, she can't keep this little girl long term. This little soul appears to be and elf/kitten hybrid and is missing part of her tail (but it's healed nicely) and she has been to the vet for meds for worms and a wellness check. Other then the intestinal worms which are being treated, she's in excellent health and shot and spay expenses will be provided.   She is just a love and wants only to be held, purring even at the vet and she interacts well with other pets.

If anyone is interested in adding her to your family drop me a (do not post) message with a phone number or  email address and I'll have my friend contact you or drop me an email at cliodna58atgmaildotcom.

My friend is off  work weekends and could arrange a drop off if you'd like to adopt this sweet little girl (Abby the Lab thinks all small creatures are full of squeakers so a small kitty would not be a good fit in our house).

Pawlympic Smiles

It's our final event before the big closing ceremonies tomorrow (with speeches from all of the Blogville Mayor Candy-dates - Lexi, Christmas, and Arty.

Today Arty from
is hosting the Pawlympic Smileys event.

Here are just a few of those smiles in action.  Click on the blue link above to see ALL of them!






We'll see you tomorrow at the closing ceremonies! A big thanks to our Pawlympic hosts and event committee members for all of your hard work!

Friday, August 19, 2016

Blogville Stuffie Deading - A Story Before the Event

In Honor of the Stuffie Deading Event in Blogville (scroll down for all the day's Pawlympic fun) a story from The Book of Barkley regarding Barkley's love for that event.

CHAPTER 11 – Soldiers In Your Cup

Ow!  Ow!  Ow!

It was six o'clock in the morning and I had just gotten up to brew a pot of coffee when I stubbed my toe on yet another hard rubber dog toy.

Where did that come from?

When I went to bed, Barkley was lying on the middle landing on the stairs, where the sun warms the carpet up before dark and from which he can survey the front door. His toys were all down the hall in my office where he hangs out with me in the evening when I’m on the computer.

But apparently during the night, he brought his toys into my bedroom, additional reinforcements perhaps for the protection of “Mom.”

His toys had evolved since he was a puppy.  When he was little he had a big goofy looking squeaky spider and a plush elephant that he carried around in his mouth constantly, never chewing on them, just toting them around and even sleeping with them. Somewhere in the growing process, however, he decided toys were better chewed on than used as play toys.

Soft or thin rubber toys were de-squeaked within minutes of presentation, the happiest minutes of his life by his own accord.  I would hear “squeak squeak squeak” to the point I was contemplating grabbing hearing protection from my range bag, then suddenly, silence.  I’d look over at him sitting there with the squeaky device lying on the carpet surrounded by tufts of stuffing and shredded fabric. Given what some of the fancier toys cost and how quickly he destroyed them, I figured even Congress could not spend money like that, in such a time frame.

I could occasionally find a super cheap stuffed animal on sale for a buck that I would give him, knowing it would be destroyed.  I even found on sale a high quality stuffed duck that also squeaked (likely due to the duck having a pneumothorax). I thought with the sturdier materials it might at least last a few days. But it also only lasted a few minutes, and I was growing concerned that he might accidentally swallow parts of the toys, even if he never tried to.  Future toys were going to be tooth proof.

It's tough for me to remember he's a dog, not able to understand "that would not be smart to eat.”  For I grew up in a generation that still had toys that heated up, could blow up, or leave scars.

Think about it, why can’t you get the kids a good old Sonic Blaster anymore? Nothing like a toy that perforates the eardrums the old fashioned way, they used to say. Blame it on the Cold War or the TV show The Man from UNCLE, but in the last part of the sixties, when I was small, we had some of the best toys. They would be considered by some to be dangerous, life threatening toys but they put the BOOM in baby boomer. The sonic blaster was one of the best, a pump-action gun that fired a big column of air toward distant enemies of the state. Sit in a room full of middle aged men and say "Sonic Blaster" and I guarantee at least three guys will smile and go "FOOOOMMM! We took out spies, treacherous piles of leaves and that stack of trash that was hiding a spy or a rabid squirrel.

And people now worry about burning their hands on the EZ Bake Oven.


Most of our favorite toys were not unlike Barkley’s here. They were inexpensive, simple and fueled by imagination, not batteries or computer components.

As children, we’d wait patiently with the dog for that first break in the weather, that first slice of spring sun bursting from the sky, opening cold fissures in the landscape. Snow had been fun, but we were tired of the very bitter cold in the last days of winter; stampeding flurries that swirled around the family home with all of the order and elegance of a hockey game, keeping even the hardiest kid indoors.

Summers were anticipated glory. We'd be out after breakfast and play all day, with kids gathered up from around the area, a posse of potential. We'd drink from the hose if we got thirsty and ripped more than one pair of knees out of a pair of jeans, which our mothers would patch, not replace. We offered up skinned knees as homage to the ancient gods of play, exposed our faces to the sun, gaining confidence in our movements, in ourselves, breathing deeply, nourishing ourselves on the scent of grass and the occasional peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Our play burst out of something within our own minds, shouting forth as we charged the next hill with a bag of plastic soldiers in tow, darting past "throwing grenade guy" with "bazooka guy" to take a spot of land.  To us, with the agile minds of children, it was all real. We scurried between small valleys and miniature cliffs. An empty Styrofoam cup with the end cut out with our pocketknife became a tunnel; a scoop of dirt became a foxhole. Overhead was a peaceful bowl of summer sky, below, the happy shouts of children calling forth from smoky battlefield fires that only we could see. The sound of the barrage was both remote and near, our childlike voices providing the sound effects, a vibration in the earth sensed with our minds, rather than felt, as our battalions moved onward, taking more ground.

We advanced until we reached the neighbor's yard, a pristine landscape where the war had not reached, where there would be no quarter given, where soldiers were not to pass and disobedience would be death. Mess with the neighbor’s flowerbed, and the troops would be put to rest, the commanding forces grounded. No cookies either, the ultimate punishment.

Such were the days of my childhood. We were immortal; the clouds rushing by faster than our troops could advance. Glorious days. Only darkness or the sound of the dinner bell would bring us in, dirty and hungry and aching to be outside again, and then curled up in sleep with our dog there beside us.

So I understood Barkley and his quest for the perfect toy.  But I will have to make sure he gets one that will not harm him.

The “Kong” type toys were a good find, indestructible hard rubber in which you could hide a treat. But though Dad’s dog loved hers, Barkley wasn’t all that interested in his, unless you inserted an entire steak in the middle.  His favorite toys were the yellow tennis ball and material covered bones and balls, especially the one with a cord on it that you could wind up and throw. 

Still, I missed the look of pure excitement on his face when he heard the first “SQUEEEEK!" of a toy.

A friend of mine had just opened a store that had both a bakery of pet treats and pet gifts and one of the product lines were these “indestructible” dog toys.  They were a thick material, heavily corded with thick stitching, allegedly resistant to even the toughest of teeth, guaranteed.  Made with bright colors and shaped like an assortment of small animals, they were tempting.  They were also pretty expensive. But I got him the biggest and toughest one, Larry the Lobster and presented it to him, thinking that I had purses that cost less than that.

Larry lasted much longer than other toys.  Approximately fifteen minutes longer.  I removed the remains in the bucket and took it back to the store, as it did say “guaranteed.”

The girl working that day was not my friend, but a new employee.  She looked at my receipt and the remains and said “you don’t get a refund if you put it through a wood chipper.”

“I didn’t,” I said. “My black lab did this” and showed her a picture of the carnage.  She looked doubtful, so I waited to show it to my friend later, who got a good laugh out of it.

I got my refund, and the quest for the indestructible squeaky toy would resume.

Friday Pawlympics- Freestyle Naps and Stuffie Deadings

Don't go out tonight, the Pawlympics are on!

The Pawlympics are wrapping up with two more days of events following by the incredible closing ceremonies on Sunday for all of Blogville.  We've so appreciated all the contestants, including a few we hadn't met yet, and our old friends, all gathered together.

Today's events start with Freestyle Napping Hosted by:

 Yang's got her nap on.
 Lassi and Benji going for goldzzzzzzzz
Is Abby Lab going to win this one by a nose?
And a wonderful memory of Abby's close friend Angel Joey

Click on the blue link above for all of the amazing nap athletes.

Next up:

Stuffie Deading (Angel Barkley would have SO loved this event.)

Hosted by Jakey at:


 Frankie and Ernie performing some quality control.
Chester knows what's he's doing
Bailie deads the bed
A Case(y) of Deading Denial

Click on the blue link above for all of the stuffie deading and come back tomorrow for our final event before closing ceremonies Sunday.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Thursdays Pawlympics!

Today we have two events

 Fly Fishing hosted by ReanaBella and Dezi at


They are new on our sidebar so stop in and say hello.
Here is Sammy in fine form.
Madi and the Catch of the Day
Ernie goes SuperFly on us.

Next is Synchronized Walking and looking and here is a sampling of some of the athletes, these being from three separate continents!

Hosted by:


Roxy and I Macdui in Australia.
Abby Lab and her Dad in Chicago, USA
Bertie and a friend and Gail in Scotland

Go visit and see all the fine performances.  Gold all around!