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My Memorial Day

Written by Captain Mary on Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I know that it is a celebrated holiday and a time to remember. I now have an extra reason to remember Memorial Day. A very faithful friend of mine has passed away, early on this holiday of remembrance. This friend was my long loved dog, "Baby".

I recall the early days, I was burglarized in 2000 and talked with the police about protection. There was many robberies in my neighborhood, with some victims having burglar alarms. The police said that the only reliable protection is a dog. Of course, that doesn't mean you wont get robbed, but it helps. Anyway, I talked with my brother, who had a friend who had to get rid of their dog, because they were moving to a house that they could not take the dog. He was a big black Bull Mastiff, the only problem was that I had to take on another dog with him. Her name was "Baby", she was a stray that they could not leave behind. Baby, was a wonderful dog, young and a bit wild. For years she was an escape artist, Baby would take every opportunity to dash out the door or gate, literally knocking anyone down who was in the way.

At first me and my family would chase after her, after awhile we got sick of chasing her and just gave up. We found that after no more than 10 minutes she would return, panting and wanting to come in. I would let her in and she would proceed to the fish pond to cool off her feet from her run. This went on for years. Baby, as near as we could figure was a mix of Portuguese water dog and Labrador. So much energy, she loved everyone who came in contact with her, not really a good watch dog but a great companion.

About 6 years ago her faithful friend the Bull Mastiff, Scooby passed away at 10 years old, all the attention went to Baby for awhile until I got her a new friend Bogey. Baby was much more attached to the cats by then, and they would sleep with her like they were her babies. Never really certain how old she was, I can only estimate, between 13 and 15 years old. She had a wonderful life full of play time and surrounded by lots of children. Baby was a great hunter too, I saw her once catch a rat in mid air, she had the rat cornered and it jumped to get away. But, Baby was ready and she leaped into the air and caught it, that was the end of rats in my yard. Baby had many things that would drive me crazy too, back a few years ago I loved to garden, I had my vegetables mixed among my landscape, until I found that Baby loved vegetables, she ate tomatoes, broccoli, string beans and avocados. Her appetite for my garden was so huge she reduced my crop so much that I had to fence the garden, somehow she managed to get her paws in enough to grab a few tomatoes and green beans in spite of the fence.

After many years she stopped running away, just ran out of energy to do so, but it hasn't been that many years. The last year her vision and hearing became impaired, just as any other senior, but still wagging her tail anytime she had an opportunity to get some loving.

This weekend I made her a nice meal with chicken soup as I did sometimes, a bit a treat for the old girl. She was having problems getting up, I helped her up and let her out to go potty, she laid down in her favorite place to go to sleep and in the morning she had passed on to the other side. I know that she is now running and playing with all the other pets that I have had, where she awaits me. I can see her sitting there with tail wagging, and giving me her paw for a treat. I will always remember her as each Memorial Day comes.

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BECOMING A VICTIM FROM YOUR PROTECTORS

Written by Captain Mary on Friday, May 25, 2012

It was a normal Friday, went to work in Coral Gables to clean. Chatted with the landscapers who needed some questions from the homeowner, so I texted and gave her the information, anyway that was that. She said that she was in a meeting and had no time. I went back inside and went on with my routine, laundry, cleaning, you know the stuff that no one wants to do. I left around 3ish.

The next Monday I was scheduled to clean again at the same location, upon my arrival I read a note that was left for me, which stated that they had been burglarized over the weekend. As I looked around I didn't notice anything disturbed, so I went on the gather the laundry and clean the bathroom. Shortly after I began the homeowner arrived with a whole bunch of detectives and lab people. In order not to be under foot I went to another part of the house and started the laundry. I have learned to stay out of the way when people are in the house. Laundry started I now head to the kitchen to clean, a detective asked if he could ask me some questions to establish a timeline. He signaled for me to come and sit down, I told him that if he doesn't mind I need to continue my work, he leaned over the counter and asked some questions. When did you arrive? When did you leave? Some miscellaneous questions, in the background, I hear other detectives talking about gathering DNA samples from everyone. I ignored them and continued my work. I hear a lab tech tell the homeowner, "see that was nothing", as she took a DNA sample from her. I have no idea how long they were there at the house or how many detectives were there. It seemed like a police station with them coming and going. Before all the detectives had departed the one who questioned me earlier made an effort to have me go to the police department for more questions. I made the appointment just to get him to go away. I had no intention on attending. I know how those things go!

I made some phone calls and spent some time thinking about the whole situation. I wanted to see if it was my imagination that I was considered a suspect, but after a couple of calls, it seemed to me that I was not the only one who had those thoughts. Why would I possibly clean toilets for months so I could rob someone who is friends with another of my customers that I have had for 12 years? My final advice was not to attend this meeting, so I put it out of my head.

The day of my scheduled meeting came and went, now Friday is here and I am working at an unrelated location. The detective called and asked why I did not attend our scheduled meeting. I told him that my attorney, now let me get it right  I said: "Hell No Don't Go". Of course, the detective began his conditioned response with words like, "spirit of cooperation", "you are not a suspect", "just want to establish the time". My reply to all that was, "My attorney told me you would say that too". He was relentless with his comments, "You can have your attorney with you at the station", yeah, I got the money to have an attorney at my beckon call. My reply was that I would be happy to meet him somewhere for a cup of coffee or I would be happy to talk with him on the phone. He went on to tell me, "I will be calling you!". I told him that it would be fine, call me anytime, I then proceeded to block his number.

I am not even a witness, I can't think of any reason that he would possibly need my attendance at the Coral Gables police department. The only reasons I can think of is that I am a suspect or the detective are just lazy and want me to solve the crime. I see that this is a form of harassment, what do they expect me to tell them? I was miles away and didn't even think about that house after I drove away.

I do recall when my house was burglarized, I hardly got anyone to come out and take finger prints. I was lucky that the crooks were so stupid they got caught. I really don't think that it was about finger printing and DNA samples. I guess I don't live in the right neighborhood for a real investigation.

Tell me if you have ever heard of such a thing, without being a suspect? Don't be intimidated by anything that the police may say, they are trained to lie and are professional manipulators. Remember if their lips are moving they are lying.

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