I had a good night tonight.
At about ten o’clock , a girl that came in who, I thought, was a sister of a frequent guest we are familiar with. This girl’s sister has always been a problem, and was high most times she was brought in. I asked the new booking if she had a sister, and she told me that the person I was thinking of was probably her. NO,
I thought, The girl I was thinking of was skinny, had an attitude, and was most likely getting high as we spoke. The girl in front of me was heavier set, was smiling, and had called the police from our lobby to have them arrest her so she could take care of an old warrant. Not the actions of the person I was thinking of; NO WAY WAS THIS THAT PERSON
I looked up the girl’s name, and was absolutely blown away to see that indeed the person I was thinking of was actually the person standing in front of me. She was obviously clean, as in not high in a long time. To say the least, I was amazed, as in “Jaw on the ground” amazed.
Throughout the booking process we talked, and I found that she had moved to Tacoma and had gotten a good paying job while on a State Work Release program. She had been clean for about nine months. (She knew the exact number of days, as most recovering addicts do.) She was involved in a steady and healthy relationship, and turned herself in because she knew she had “one last warrant in Longview.” The officer who brought her in, said the he hadn’t ever picked up someone who wanted to go to jail in order to take care of an old warrant. He was about as amazed as I was when I showed him her old booking photos.
She even took vacation time from her job in order to come to jail. I would say that this is not really the same person I remember. I probably told her about ten times that I couldn’t believe it was actually her. She seemed proud of herself, and almost proud to be in jail. No, the person she said she was, through hard work and discipline, no longer exists.
As an officer who has been in the Jail for around 5 years, I have gotten to know many many inmates. Most of us remember them by name, and a great deal return again and again. Usually, the charges against them get more serious, and the inmate that keeps returning, either goes to prison for a good deal of time or they end up dead. I was sure, before tonight, that this girl was going to be one of these statistics.

There aren’t many happy endings in my job. It is usually just more of the same drudgery every day. Drugs. Alcohol. Assault. These things become common when they should be remarkable, and mundane when they should shock. Tonight, I was genuinely happy to see her doing so well, and know that there was at least one more happy ending to so many sad starts.

I don’t yet know what will come of the warrant, but if the judge remembers at all who this person used to be, I would be surprised if it didn’t make an impression. I know that it did for me.

Someone once said “Looks like you’ve got a case of the Mondays”, and today, they could have been talking to me.
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So, with all of the bitching out of the way, I wanted to talk about my new dog, Rocky.
He really is a great puppy. I just don’t know how to get him to stop biting everyone and everything that moves. He absolutely loves following my son around and yanking on whatever is in his hands. It is pretty funny, except that he doesn’t differentiate between what is IN his hands and his ACTUAL hands. With his needle-like teeth, Seth is commonly yelling “NO” at Rocky, because he hears daddy say that, and so it should work for him too. Unfortunately, when Seth says, “no”, it sounds more cute than forceful. Rocky just thinks that a “no” coming from Seth means “bite me some more, please”.
Ryleigh loves to dress up in her “princess dresses”, and most of them are the flowing, frilly, lacy kind. The kind that seem to scream at my little puppy to run up to them and grab them and pull on them with his teeth with all of his little puppy might. I can’t very well tell Ryleigh to stop playing dress-up, but at this rate, I will owe her one new dress every other week due to “Puppy damage”. ( I use “quotes” a LOT it seems)
Anyway, I really do love this dog. It’s funny that I seem to hate him so much too. Mostly, he just hangs out on my lap or beside me and sleeps. I like that. He is mostly lazy, but when he gets in his moods, there is almost nothing that can be done to get him to stop biting. I have tried the little love pats on his chest to get him to stop, and also the yelling. He seems to mildly respond to my snapping my fingers at him, but even this is hit or miss.
Is this a phase, or am I going to be fighting with this forever. How can I help my new puppy learn that biting people and the things on people is not alright? If there is ANY doggy wisdom out there, please let me hear it.

It is currently 3am, and as I wrap up this post I hope to get to sleep soon. Too bad I’m out of my prescription…

If you read this blog regularly, you will probably realize that things might look a liiiittle different. Yeah, I changed the background images. Previously, I was using a background called “Scribe” that was offered from Blogger.com, and I decided to change it so that almost everything on the site now is mine. There are still a few images that have been taken from various other places, but now the bulk-o’-the-content is ALL MINE.. (*wrings hands in maniacally*)

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I wanted to let you all know that my night at the hospital was uneventful, except for having to endure some “GRADE A BS” from the inmate. Although, it was interesting to actually “Behold the power of cheese”.