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You Can't Make This Up….or The Trouble With Bobby – Part Two

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You may remember I was in Florida last weekend.

I arrived late Thursday night.

Friday I went and visited with the gal’s from the corporate office of the company I work for, then got in my rental car and headed over to the Clearwater area where I would spend Friday and Saturday night.

Friday evening after crashing attending the rehearsal dinner, I called Hubby then settled in to write Saturday’s blog post and watch the new episode of In Plain Sight.

About 10:30 (give or take) Hubby called and said, “There’s been some trouble at the other house.”

(One side of the duplex is vacant.  Our tenants left at the end of February and we’ve been working over there, trying to get it ready for new tenants.  Well ok, mostly it’s been Hubby that’s been working over there, but I paint!)

I said, “What happened?”

“Apparently Bobby got inside and barricaded himself in the attic.”

WHAT?

For real.  WHAT?

Me trying not to lose my cool, “How does that happen?”

Ok, for the sake of getting you the entire story, I’m not going to share our back and forth conversation.  I contacted my tenant to ensure she was ok and asked her what happened.

Between Hubby and my tenant the gist of it was, apparently Bobby was wanted on some charges and the cops showed up so he ran.  Next door.

He ran next door to my tenant’s house and knocked on the door.  My tenant’s son opened the door where upon Bobby pushed his way thru, ran down their basement steps, up the other basement steps, and up the stairs to the second floor, where he pulled down the attic stairs and locked himself in.

The police tasered him and escorted him out.

That was the story I had Saturday morning.

Sunday morning as I was traveling across the state to visit family and friends, I called my sister and we were discussing the events at the other house.

“He’ll go away for a long time” she said, “he assaulted a police officer.”

“He did?”  Why doesn’t Hubby tell me these things?

“Oh yes, a police dog is an officer.”

I about ran off the Beeline.

I’m pretty sure I was shaking my head in disbelief.  “He hurt a dog?”  “In my house?”

Yup, now you know why Hubby didn’t tell me.

That was the story I had Sunday morning.

Monday I flew home and immediately took my puppies for a walk, deciding to deal with this incident in the morning.

Tuesday I placed a call to the police department asking to speak with the arresting office.  As of today’s post, still no call.   I stopped by the police station yesterday to pick up a copy of the report, but I missed the Records Department by 18 minutes.

Last night I got a hold of a copy of the police blotter (thanks to my tenant) and think I can give you a fairly clear story.

Bobby and his girlfriend had broken up.  On March 31st he broke into her house and sexually assaulted her (according to the police report.)

Here is the information I have from the Judicial website.

On March 27th there was a 6th degree larceny offense, a reckless endangerment offense and a 3rd degree criminal mischief offense; all misdemeanors.

On April 3rd there was a false incident report charge and a misuse of emergency 911 charge.  The false incident report is a felony.

I have also read the press release and am surmising the story in this fashion.

Friday Bobby went over to his ex-girlfriend’s house and said he’d been attacked and beaten on April 3rd.  He was high on PCP and they fought and he threatened her so she called the police and he ran.

That brings you up to speed on what I’ve already told you.

From what I’ve read he went up into our unfinished attic and using a live electrical cord, tied the attic stairs up.  (It’s a pull down ladder/stairs.)

(Process that for a minute and think about what happens when you take a 2oo (give or take) pound man high on PCP and put him in an unfinished attic.)

The police cut the electrical wire and sent the dog up.  Bobby threw a box that might have had a computer in it (previous tenants left it) at the dog, knocking the dog down the stairs where he was caught by the police officer.  The police officer then sent the dog back up the stairs and the dog attached himself to Bobby’s arm, wherein both dog and Bobby tumbled out of the attic.

Bobby was then whacked a couple of times with a flashlight (supposedly) on the leg and eventually tasered and removed from the premises.  The dog was taken to the emergency vet hospital where he was treated for injuries to his right hip and nose.  He was given anti-inflammatory medication.

After removing Bobby from the house, the police went back inside and took pictures.  They then left the house, without benefit of locking the doors and never notified either Hubby or myself.

On April 6th, Bobby was arrested for 2 counts of 1st degree burglary, 2nd degree sexual assault, interfering with an officer, assaulting a public official, 2nd degree reckless endangerment, cruelty to animals, 2nd degree criminal trespass, 2 counts of 3rd degree criminal mischief, breach of peace and threatening.  Five of those charges are felonies.

Unfortunately in CT the cruelty to animals is a misdemeanor U, whatever the hell that means.  Basically on the website I found, there was no recommended sentence for a misdemeanor U.

Hey CT, I don’t like that, do you hear me?  This blogger doesn’t like the misdemeanor U!  And U will be hearing from Me!

According to my calculations if he gets convicted on all charges his minimum sentence will be just shy of six years.  If he gets the max, well he just may never see daylight again without the benefit of fencing.

On April 6th, we were left with cut electrical wires and holes in our ceilings.

I’m not whining, I know this could have been a whole lot worse.  If Hubby and I had still been living there, it’s a very real possibility that Bobby would have been shot.

My one regret is that I wasn't responsible for at least one of his black eyes. (Photo courtesy of Manchester Police Department)

You can’t make this shit up.

Author’s Note: I was so busy trying to process and deal with this issue, that I forgot to mention I did a guest post.  If you have a minute, go on over and check out The Writing World.

The Trouble With Bobby

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Hubby and I own two houses.  We live in one and rent the other (a duplex) out.

This is definitely not the path we would have chosen for ourselves, but it is what it is and so we do the best we can.

The duplex was owned by my grandmother and her brother, then my mother and HER brother and then by Hubby and me.  I basically grew up there, I raised my three girls there, it is the place I think of when I say “Home.”

The neighborhood where the duplex is located is a really nice neighborhood.  The houses are old and many of the neighbors are too.  The trouble with this neighborhood is, it is slowly deteriorating and some trouble makers have been slowly creeping in.

I tell you all this to give you a simple background for the couple of stories I am about to share.  Both stories involve the tenant in the duplex next door to ours.

It was March 2009 when my tenant called me and told me the next door neighbor (Bobby) was dropping his puppies over the five foot fence into my yard so his puppies could run around.  Dropping puppies over a five foot fence.

I about lost my mind.

Of course I called the police.

This a-hole apparently was afraid of the police, so when they knocked at his door, he ran.  The police officer argued with Bobby’s girlfriend who steadfastly denied that he’d been there, insisting it was her son instead.

Eventually Bobby wandered back towards the house and had a conversation with the police officer.   Who told him way nicer than I would have that WE DON’T DROP PUPPIES.  PERIOD.

Nor should he be putting his puppies in our yard.

After asking me if I wanted to buy one of his puppies, it seemed like the conversation was over.

Just as Hubby and I were preparing to get back into our car, a mini-van pulled up and a very attractive black man strode across the street, sticking his finger in Bobby’s face and letting loose with a string of profanities and accusations.

The police officer tapped the transmitter on his shoulder and said, “Send back up.”

The duplex sits on the corner of a street that intersects with another, because of this there is street access from three different directions.  Police cars came in from all three directions.  There were at least seven cars with just as many officers.

Hubby and I looked at each other and each took a giant step backwards.

Apparently when the police had knocked on the door, Bobby had run out the basement and went to his ‘friends’ house.  He busted in and scared this man’s wife.  His ‘friend’ didn’t take kindly to it.

Eventually all of the police officers on the scene settled the situation down and Hubby and I went home.

Shortly after that my tenant reported that Bobby was high on something and creating a ruckus.  She called the police and he was taken out of the house stark naked.

After the naked incident, I heard Bobby went to rehab. We didn’t have anymore trouble with Bobby until last Friday.

Yes, I told you I had two stories about dogs while I was on vacation, but it’s rather lengthy so you’ll have to check back tomorrow…..

What Happens When The Mama Goes On Vacation?

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When I left for my mini vacation on Thursday, I had planned out  Sampson and Delilah’s exercise routine.  I scheduled my flight for later in the afternoon, so the morning would be available for a nice long walk.

My flight left Orlando early Monday morning, so I would be home in enough time to get them up to the field/woods for a half hour or so before the LaCrosse team over-populated the area.

Friday was a daycare day and Hubby had it off, so that left Saturday and Sunday.  I asked Hubby, “Will you walk the dogs?”

He said he would.

Due to certain circumstances his time was limited this weekend (that’s the other story I have for you, but I’m still waiting for the official report so it has to wait.)

He ended up with walks around the block.

As usual when we walk around the block, Sampson is off leash and Delilah is on the 15 footer.  We always have a leash with us just in case Sampson needs to be leashed.

When Hubby walked them on Sunday night he said there were quite a few people out walking so he leashed Sampson and shortened up Delilah’s leash.  As he was approaching the house with the electric fence he saw the two dogs running towards him.

He said that it actually went quite well, the two dogs approached Sampson and Delilah, one was yellow and one was black, they both were older.  The black one is usually the one who runs back and forth as we walk by.  Hubby said Delilah and the black dog sniffed each other and one of them snapped at the other.  He said he thought Delilah actually got a little ‘pushy’ with the other dog and the dog snapped at her, but he couldn’t be sure.

After the dogs all sniffed each other, the other dogs kind of followed Hubby, Sampson and Delilah.  As they approached their house their owner came out with their collars and the dogs said, “No way.”

They took off.

Hubby said the owner chased the dogs for a while, and then he got in his car to try to catch them.  When Hubby reached our road, he saw the dogs in someone’s yard, the owner pulled into the driveway and the dogs ran off again. 🙂

Two thoughts…..

One : What’s the point of an electric fence if you aren’t using the collars?

Two: I wonder now that the dogs have ‘met’ if they will still be running back and forth when we walk by?

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