My pal, a retired Vancouver City cop, tells some amusing tales. My visit with him today was no exception.
Picture a frustrated lady in a swank Shaughnessy mansion who has reported that a thief has stolen some valuable items.
"All the doors and windows are locked," she huffed, "so how could the burglar have possibly entered?"
My friend said he'd look around to try and answer the puzzle. He had noticed a large dog sitting in the kitchen, and asked the lady if the animal had been in.
She replied that he'd certainly been on the property, but she didn't know if he had been in or out at the time.
Then Dave noticed a dog door cut into the rear door of the premises. It was large, so as to accommodate the large dog.
He said to the lady that the intruder had probably used that dog door as his means of entrance.
"No" replied the woman, "that is for dogs!'
All 220 pounds of Dave, in full uniform, with revolver and all the accoutrements on a cop's belt, then went out and re-entered on all fours, using the dog's door.
"Woof, woof," said Dave to prove his point.
Mike Harvey, Langley