I was on the last three days of my training to be a Highway Patrol Officer and was working with several other officers in the mountains on chain control.
It was miserably cold, dark and snowy and I was looking forward to getting home.
A car came down the hill towards the group and it skidded about 400 feet before hitting my patrol car.
No one was hurt, but I was irritated that he hit my car and it caused me a lot more paperwork.
After my partner and I finally cleared the scene, we observed two large dogs sleeping on the snowy embankment down the road. We backed up as the dogs just looked at us.
It was an isolated spot with no one around so we coaxed the dogs into the car. The dogs had name tags and dispatch attempted to find a number for the owners, but were not successful.
We decided the address on the tags wasn’t too far out of our area, so we drove to the house.
As we pulled up, we could see there was a party going on and we could hear small dogs yapping.
We figured it couldn’t be the right house because the big dogs didn’t seem like a match to the small yapping dogs. We knocked on the door and the people inside all stopped and looked at us.
We asked if they owned two German Shepherds. The owners said they lost their dogs in the mountains when the dogs ran after a rabbit.
After three days of looking for the dogs, they had to return home. They made another trip to look for their dogs, but never found them. When they were shown the occupants of our patrol car, they were so excited that it became a celebration. It was the best Christmas present they could have received and it made us feel good as well.
The author, Brian Smith, served four years in the United States Marine Corps, and retired as an Assistant Chief with the California Highway Patrol. He resides in Bakersfield, CA.
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