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01-24-2017, 06:41 AM
Quite the long night. Thing 3, (my baby girl) calls crying at 01:35. Seems Grandma (overnighting to watch 5 month old Grandson) didn't manage to lock the front door properly and with the windy conditions, Thing 3's two French Bulldogs got out. The security camera's showed that Frenchy & Hambone escaped at 23:30, they had been driving the neighborhood in search to no avail. Could Grandpa drive up and track down the escaped dogs? Ain't much traffic so the trip up to Jacksonville was as fast as possible.
Armed with my reading glasses, two 18 volt Dewalt batteries, and an 18 volt Dewalt flashlight the hunt began. Ya'll got any idea of how much concrete (sidewalks,driveways,streets,alley's) are in Jacksonville! The fugitives had over a three hour head start, (good thing french bulldogs aren't track stars) but I managed to work out thier trail and apprehend them in short order. A quick cell call to Grandma and we loaded the pair of fugitives into the truck and returned them home. I wonder just how many Jacksonville natives thought I was a crazed Old Man crawling around in thier yards at 03:30. Perhaps it was better that I had the cover of nightfall, but I think the flashlight gave away my position. Fortunately, none of the urban residents took exception to my crawling around in the wee hours of the mourning, and all ended well. Guess all those taxpayer dollars, that were spent giving me tracking lessons, didn't end up wasted after all. Thought my days tracking down fugitives had ended, guess you never know when Old Skills will be needed, so perhaps it pays to stay in practice?
My reward for the loss of a nights sleep, was a quick tear filled kiss as my Baby girl cradled the 5K worth of French Bulldogs that she had conceded as lost. I even got a cup of my favorite coffee for the ride home. Priceless (to plagiarize the commercial.)
Armed with my reading glasses, two 18 volt Dewalt batteries, and an 18 volt Dewalt flashlight the hunt began. Ya'll got any idea of how much concrete (sidewalks,driveways,streets,alley's) are in Jacksonville! The fugitives had over a three hour head start, (good thing french bulldogs aren't track stars) but I managed to work out thier trail and apprehend them in short order. A quick cell call to Grandma and we loaded the pair of fugitives into the truck and returned them home. I wonder just how many Jacksonville natives thought I was a crazed Old Man crawling around in thier yards at 03:30. Perhaps it was better that I had the cover of nightfall, but I think the flashlight gave away my position. Fortunately, none of the urban residents took exception to my crawling around in the wee hours of the mourning, and all ended well. Guess all those taxpayer dollars, that were spent giving me tracking lessons, didn't end up wasted after all. Thought my days tracking down fugitives had ended, guess you never know when Old Skills will be needed, so perhaps it pays to stay in practice?
My reward for the loss of a nights sleep, was a quick tear filled kiss as my Baby girl cradled the 5K worth of French Bulldogs that she had conceded as lost. I even got a cup of my favorite coffee for the ride home. Priceless (to plagiarize the commercial.)