the ring at the door

Have you ever known by the ring of the phone or the doorbell that when you answered, it wasn't gonna be good?

Well, that wasn't the case this morning, but it should have been because when I opened the door, I was greeted by an Animal Control officer from Ogden City.  They were inquiring about Bucket being licensed.

I knew he was because when he went to jail last July, the Mrs. let me know she wadn't 'appy about having to pay the license fee.  I thought though, that he was licensed under her name but this address.  Um, well, not so....

And, because I have two dogs, the officer quickly went from asking me questions about Buck to asking questions about Katie.  Is Katie licensed?  I thought so because I thought that's what the immigrant told me the last time she took Katie to the vet for her shots.  I guess I need to call the vet and make an appointment for Friday so I can get Katie licensed.  She needs her nails clipped anyway, so I guess both will be done.  I have to buy her a new collar too because Bucket keeps chewing hers off.

I was able to straighten out the whole Bucket thing with the animal control officer who I think thought I was nuts when I tried to explain all of this to her at the door.   She was still out front when I recalled the whole thing with the wife.

I said this before elsewhere, but it bears repeating here:  After explaining all of this, I'm quite certain the officer thinks I'm nuts.

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