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Held At Gunpoint

Dear Diary,

A couple of cops drew their guns on me yesterday which even though I live on the East Side, hasn’t ever happened before. It was a bit scary, but honestly, I deserved it. Here’s what happened: Yesterday I had to take my foster dog Piggie to the vet to get some shots as she’s going to a training facility later in the week. As I came home I got a call from a friend and finished up talking in the back garden before I went inside and let Blue out of his kennel. Unfortunately, I’d forgotten that the alarm was on and by the time I put in my code, it was too late and the signal had been sent to Point Security. Crap! I thought, but never mind – when they call I’ll just tell them it was a false alarm. So a few minutes later I get the call, I apologized to the nice lady, gave her my password and went on with my business. Which happened to be bathing Piggie. As she tries to escape her bath, I have to shut us in the bathroom. Once I turned the shower off, I heard all this noise downstairs. WTH? I live alone and wasn’t expecting a friend, so I went downstairs, holding on to Piggie’s collar, and as I get halfway down my stairs there are two cops with their guns drawn telling me to get out of the house!!! I shouted at them – “it’s ok! This is my house! I’m alone, I’m coming out!” I wanted to shout “please don’t shoot my dog!” but thought it was just best to tell them I’d accidentally set my alarm off. One of them was PISSED! “You’re supposed to call us and tell us it was a false alarm!” Well I thought that was the alarm company’s job, but when I called them I was informed that I’m the dummy. I had given them the wrong password which APARENTLY is a no no. They presume you’re being held captive and need help. Oops. My bad.

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