When you're in the office, you cannot hear the front door. Neither the hand-crank door bell, nor someone knocking.

Of course, with heelers in the house, hearing a doorbell is irrelevant.

Takes longer to answer the door now, as you either have to detour around the living room through the kitchen and dining room, or you have to hurdle the double-high storage bin walls that enclose the masked heeler.

The masked heeler reached the door the same time as I did. She's not supposed to. She leapt over her barricade. If she's not 100% yet, she's darn close.

This afternoon, it was a cop at the door.

That is not good.

Not for any of the reasons that anyone else might fear having a cop on their doorstep. In our case, it usually mean one of two things:

a) someone is tying up the phone line with the internet, and either my mother or the Sheriff's office is trying to call or,

b) there is a problem in town that they need my unique skills for.

Today it was neither.

The cop had picked up a dog in town. A nice one. And didn't want to take it to the pound. He wondered if I recognized it as our neighbor's dog?

Went to the car and visited with the dog. Quite similar to "Buttons", who lives next door (part heeler and part spaniel or something), but without the mask. Still a nice dog.

Explained to him it wasn't their dog, and that it was their dog who was at that moment barking at us from around the house.

I told "Butt" it was okay, and she could be quiet.

You could tell the wife next door was never too happy with the name her husband gave his dog. And she is much less happy with how I shorten it.

So the cop went off to try to find someone who was missing their dog.

Do the cops go out of their way to keep pets out of the pound in your town?

Got word today. The chopper should be ready for me ~11:00 tomorrow. Less than twelve more hours until agony begins.

Good news is that since they will arrive so late, I'll only be up for two or three flights tomorrow, instead of three or four. With the rest getting done on Wednesday. The break will be nice.

Weather cooperating, of course.

Speaking of the weather...

Was watching the weather channel to see what flying conditions would be like, and wife pointed it out:

"There it is again."

"Scat showers."

"No wonder the lawn is full of the stuff."

"Can you fly in that?", she asked.