CITIZEN: Dog-day afternoon

Tuesday, 21st, noonish. I step out my front door to see Ranger Rambo race by in his animal control truck, coming to a fast stop. Look to my right and there’s Secret Agent Susie with my skinny 14-year-old dog, Smurf, pinned down and tied up in my driveway. Uh-oh.

Here comes Rambo marching up, shouting, “This is the second time in two weeks I had to come here.” (Annie, my chicken, got out.) “You will be cited next time.”

They left together looking pleased with their big bust while giving their secret-code high five. Was there a hidden camera? Was this taped for a late night comedy show or maybe S.N.L.? If not, Rambo needs counseling. He’s drunk with power-ego and thank you for not letting him carry a gun.

PHIL MOTL

Coeur d’Alene