A well-deserved ticket, by the way.
In California, it is illegal to use a cell phone, unless you have a hands-free device. I had been waiting for a call regarding a possible euthanasia at the sanctuary. When that call came in, I ignored the law and took it.
Just as a CHP was driving by me.
Oh well, I thought.
Highway patrol officers like to approach from the passenger side, so as to avoid getting squished. I rolled down my window and announced that I had a dog. Two if you count the obnoxious, anxiety-ridden, panting beast in the very back. But since she wasn't sitting like a person in the front seat, I didn't mention her.
Mina sat up. A person? Score!
As the officer tried to chastise me, he had to contend with Mina and her tongue. Mina believes her tongue should be on you at all times. This is both endearing and gross. It also makes giving a lecture difficult. Nice doggie, the officer said.
Then he walked back to his car. After a second of pondering the meaning of life, he came back, gave me a stern warning and claimed that he wasn't giving me a ticket because of the rain.
I doubt it. It's because of her: