Dog Gets Death Row Pardon

Dog Gets Death Row Pardon. That was a title of an article on aol news a few weeks ago. I love dogs. My friend Trish has a new dog named Sinatra. I just met him recently. He likes me…a lot. : )

I clicked on the article and read about the Pit Bull mix that had been ordered to be put to sleep, and how the owner had petitioned that sentence. The article stated the dog would be saved, but it would be sent to a special center for convicted pups. What a strange world we live in. I felt sad for the dog, and extreme sympathy for the owner who loved him and had fought for his life.

I remembered the article when I came under investigation by a group I belong to and had to iron out a snafu. Had I, broken any rules? I won’t bore you with details, and won’t discuss the issue here. Let’s just say, when I recalled that heading, I knew everything would work out in my favor. This old dog was about to be pardoned. And like the dog’s owner who had spent a year defending her beloved pet, I had presented a strong defense. But then I had to sit on my hands and hold the thing tight and not fan any flames. I had to trust in the process. That’s, hard for me to do.

While I waited for a decision, that title, “Dog Gets Death Row Pardon,” kept popping in and out of my thoughts, along with, “Every dog has his day,” and “Who is the dog, here? Am I the dog?” from the movie, When Harry Met Sally. I liked how Sally got to slap Harry and walk away. I didn’t feel like slapping anyone, but maybe one quick punch to the gut. Yeah, that would have been good. I thought about jumping into the car and going to confront someone. But then I got to thinking, “Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noon day sun.” Take a nap.

It was a bright sunny day, in the Southern California desert communities. But isn’t it always? And it was somewhere around noon. I’m not British, but I do have a Brit background. I figured it was better to stay inside. With bated breath I waited for an answer. I didn’t know if the answer would arrive by phone or by email. I hovered in the office, and monitored each device. One minute I’d get angry and almost frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog, the next moment whimpering with my tail tucked between my legs. Then all kinds of thoughts would rush through me again. I remember thinking of bated breath and then recalled how someone said the inside of a dogs mouth has less bacteria than a human’s mouth. Well, I’ll be doggone. That sure is interesting.

And now you know what it’s like inside my head when I’m under stress. Ha ha. Ah, who am I kidding, my head is always full of thoughts like that, and I really love how they cascade, spilling drop by drop into that giant thought pool. By the way, the decision was good. I’d worried myself for no reason, but on the plus side I did get to write this blog.

Memo to self: need to get out more, or maybe get another dog. How do you handle stressful situations, especially when it’s your integrity that’s on the line? Do you fight back, or slink away?

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20 Responses to Dog Gets Death Row Pardon

  1. Nan says:

    Great story and an interesting analogy, Roben. I’m glad things worked out in your favor. In a stressful situation, my first reaction is flight. I have to get away from whatever is causing the problem, so hitting the pool is always a good option. Or driving, except sometimes when I get in the car, I worry that I’ll just keep going…not a good things. A walk or a bike ride works too. I guess moving makes me less inclined to buckle.

  2. Robena Grant says:

    That is wise advice and it’s similar to what I give other people about stress. Ha ha. When it came to me, I couldn’t move from the office for a day. Then I drove to L.A. which helped tremendously. Then I came back and hovered in the office for another day. Exercise would have been good.

  3. I would NEVER call you a dog – BUT I’m glad you got pardoned! 🙂

    I think sometime later this year my hubby and I might have to pardon another dog from a death sentence (from the pound). Nothing like a sweet dog to soothe the nerves. And I agree – Sinatra is one adorable dog!

    • Robena Grant says:

      Well thank you for that, Lynne. Whew! : )

      After Sinatra gave me doggie love, and then I bought a new baby goldfish, and this weekend almost became a mama to a duckling, I figure the universe might be telling me something.

  4. Hi Robena!

    As a former police officer I’m very sensitive to someone questioning my integrity. Three times during my career three suspects made claims I’d taken money from them. The first one was a drunk driver who accused me of taking his wallet when I properly parked his car so it wouldn’t have to be impounded. Turned out his girlfriend (who was the passenger) took the wallet.

    The second allegation was from a guy caught with drugs. He claimed I’d taken a couple hundred dollars from his wallet. He’d been with two other people and when those witnesses were interviewed by the sergeant conducting the investigation, they refused to sign a routine form saying that I could sue them if the allegation was proven to be false. One of the witnesses later told the sergeant the arrestee was just trying to get me into trouble.

    The third allegation was from a guy who’d I’d arrested for stealing a car. He claimed he’d put $5000 under the seat of the car and I’d taken it. Luckily, I was able to recount to the sergeant exactly what was under the seat…used condoms and a single dollar bill. The sergeant investigating talked to the arrestee again and he admitted he’d been lying – again to get me into trouble.

    The problem is, that those allegations can add up and appear to what my former department called, ‘a pattern of conduct.’ It might cause them to do ‘integrity stings’ on me to see if I’d turn in found money etc. I always try to do the right thing. If I don’t it’s an honest mistake. I’ve known since I was about 3 that you don’t take what doesn’t belong to you.

    Sorry for such a long post, but the short answer to your question about do I fight if my integrity is questioned? Absolutely!

    • Robena Grant says:

      No apologies necessary for the post, Kathy. I don’t know what I’d have done if I’d been in your shoes. Fight back for sure, but those situations always boil down to one person’s word against the other’s word. How you would prove your innocence would be difficult. I’m sure I would have been steaming mad.

  5. Maria says:

    I do defend myself to the best of my ability. I had a situation that questioned my integrity last year and to the best of my ability and within the framework of the law, rules, and regulations, I defended myself. Fortunately, in my case, many people knew the truth and fought with me.

    Questioning someone’s integrity is an interesting thing. I’ve had mine questioned and had to question others. Most people fight back although what I have noticed is those who have little integrity seem to always get mad at the person questioning them and go on the attack. They say things like, “Are you calling me a liar?” “Are you saying that I stole the money?” They don’t really answer the question such as “Where is the deposit proof for this amount?” or “You told me that your mother was gone on a two week vacation and that you had to take the day off yesterday to take care of your sick child. Now you are telling me that you have to stay home today to take care of your sick mother. I thought she was on vacation.”

    Thank you for this post. It is an interesting topic.

    • Robena Grant says:

      Thanks, Maria. I friend of mine says it’s always important to look at the burden of proof. When I thought that over it really did change my defense. I knew then I had a good case. : )

      I think though that when someone questions your integrity it cuts right to the core of your soul. You can’t even fathom why someone could question you.

  6. Roz Lee says:

    Holding my tongue has never been one of my strong suits. Kudos to you for keeping cool under the stress. I’m not sure I could have.

    • Robena Grant says:

      It’s hard for me, Roz. I know intellectually there is a process that these issues have to go through. But on an emotional level you’re still saying “How dare you question me?” And other stuff that includes cuss words. : ) And time seems to move so slowly as you await a decision.

  7. Dee J. says:

    I’m not great at keeping my mouth shut. I might think something through, but I won’t stay quiet if I’m really angry. (You might have learned that about me. LOL.) We have to stand up for ourselves in this world. But it is nice when our pals stand with us.

    • Robena Grant says:

      Absolutely, Dee J. There is a comfort knowing your friends have your back. It takes some of the stress off these issues. And yeah, you’re a little scrapper. I see you with your fists up and ready to do battle. That’s what I love about you. : )

  8. This sentence is why I’m eager for your book to be published so I can read it: “Ah, who am I kidding, my head is always full of thoughts like that, and I really love how they cascade, spilling drop by drop into that giant thought pool.”
    I choose my battles. If it’s my integrity at stake I’m likely to fight back pretty hard.

  9. Robena Grant says:

    Awww, thanks Judy. Yep, I figured you would fight back. I recoil at first, and my thoughts are to run and hide. Then my Irish blood begins to boil and I put up my fists. ; )

  10. Julie says:

    Wow, what a roller coaster. (Crap, I hate defaulting into cliches.) Glad you came out okay though, and were pardoned.

    Wait, you adopted a duckling? In the desert?

    I get very stressed, and anxious-like. And antsy. And I eat. And am just a huge pain in the ass to be around. If I can’t talk my own self elf down, then Dan has to do it. Or it has to run its course. I’m MUCH better than I used to be though.

    The one time that I can recall be accused of something falsely I, at first, let it go and tried to move on, but when it was repeated I yelled into the person’s face and stormed off. Real mature? Nope.

    But, I AM better than I used to be. 😉

    • Robena Grant says:

      Yep, a crazy mama duck ditched one of her ducklings who was upside down in a muddy pool of water. It took me two hours to find her nest. I’d even named the litlle guy The Donald because he had a tuft of downy yellow feathers on top of his head. Cute, but I did not want a duck.

      And yes, being better than you used to be is something I also strive for.

  11. Julie says:

    Damn, left off some letters
    …. can recall BEING accused

  12. londonmabel says:

    In stressful situations, where I’m not in control let’s say, awaiting an outcome, I have to distract myself because my mind runs and runs and runs. TV, books, etc. It’s hard to get that sick feeling in my stomach to go away.

    I am just recently starting to try meditation. Both as an everyday practice, and when upset. Will see if that works better. 😉

  13. Robena Grant says:

    Meditation is fabulous, I just don’t do it enough. When I do I always feel so centered and calm. I know it would be amazing to do it every day but for some reason I don’t. : )