I couldn’t believe it when I saw the Marine Patrol four-wheel drive stop in the sand right behind our chairs. What the heck???!!! We just got our case dismissed on Monday, and here we were on Thursday, getting hassled again?? The officer got out and walked toward us with this arrogant, fake-cheery “How’s your day?” — but the Beagle Man wasn’t buying. He just stood his ground, legs apart, Clint Eastwood-style. He doesn’t get mad that often, but when he does, you don’t
want to be around. The officer said, “You know your dog can only be off-leash if you’re 500 feet from the public entrance, right?” “It’s 300 feet,” Beagle Man answered, “go look at the sign.” He was all over this cop — and good for him! How many times were they gonna harrass us for just trying to have a good time? I don’t bother anyone. In fact, lots of people come over to our spot on the beach specially to see me, and throw to me. Anyway, eventually the cop agreed I was way more than 500 feet, or 300 feet, or however-many-feet from the entrance, and both he and the Beagle Man calmed down. The cop told us he just wanted to make sure we knew the rule, because someone had been complaining there were dogs off-leash in the restricted area. He said it’s been an on-going issue, and that it’s always the same person doing the complaining. Tell you one thing: When I find out who that person is, they’re not gonna be happy about it.
Beagle Man and Ricky always have a lot to say, so I’ll just pipe up in The Duck Dog Speaks whenever I can.
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