And Then, Law An’ Order...

In these troubling times of crime and terrorism, when you were wondering whatever happened to all the fun in the world, along comes yet one more bit o’ news to add to that ever growing list of things that you really, really hope are just jokes to cheer us through another dreary day.

  Seven police officers in five squad cars swooped on a pensioner’s cottage to seize her ‘dangerous’ Yorkshire terrier.
Seems the little chap ‘attacked’ a delivery person:
  The ‘savage beast’ ran towards the courier who fell to the ground screaming ‘he’s killing me’, according to the dog’s owner...

See? Real life crime fighting is far and away more exciting than anything you see in some TV drama. You can read more on this crime fighting adventure by clicking here.  And if you think The Metro is having a laugh, click here for the Telegraph version; an up-market laugh? You see how dangerous that savage little dog looks? All handled by seven officers. Only seven; without the benefit of any helicopter cover, armed response teams or marksmen. And some say we’re finished as a country.

You could have such fun with this sort of news. But with the CPS now saying stuff like this: A Hate Incident is any incident which the victim, or anyone else, thinks is based on someones(sic) prejudice towards them... The bit I like? This bit.  ‘...which the victim, or anyone else, thinks...’ Thinks?
“Hello? 999? Yeah, I think there’s someone down the street wot don’t like me much...” I think it’s all getting crazier by the day. For the hundredth time, is there anybody up there in charge?

Anyhoo, in view of that cracker I feel that, in the interests of staying out of gaol, now that a slip of the keyboard could get you banged-up, I’ll just say well done to those fine officers as it’s obvious that the little rascal of a pup had previous and the released news is just a cover for the true reason for the raid.

I believe the bad dog was already on the hate crime radar as he must’ve Tweeted something someone somewhere thought was hateful or he cast a glance of angst at a passer-by who reported the thought to the hate hotline and the ‘attack’ by the little rascal was most likely provoked by an undercover officer cleverly disguised as a delivery person, a non-gender specific disguise of course, and was all part of a cunning, well planned operation to nab the bad pooch bang to rights.

Then wot? Did they surround the little Yorkie and shout, “Stop!! Drop your lead and come forward on all paws! Good. Now sit! SIT! Consider yourself a collared canine! Bad dog! What’s that you say Sarge? Oh, right. Good dog.”

Quote;  Mark Twain.

“It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.”