Wednesday, October 3, 2007
They've given me one phone call, so here it is.
Today, 'Drew and I took a buddy (Baylo) to Muir Beach for some fun in the sun.
Now, mind you, this beach is off-leash -- there's no debate about that.
But we kinda went near this wading pool over which there is a debate, although there's nothing there that is threatened or endangered. Instead, the National Park Service calls it "Sensitive Habitat" which, according to my attorney, has no legal meaning at all. They just make this nonsense up as they go along.
So, some bird watchers (what's the point) call the Rangers and this doofus comes out in his SUV on the beach (uh, "sensitive" habitat?) and tries to ticket Dad. Dad tells him to go do something, and the guy sends me to jail. Baylo gets off because he's only 10 months and Andrew gets off because of his diminished capacity. What's the deal? These Rangers are part of Homeland Security now and, as a wise man said, are "supposed to be protecting us against terrorists, not terriers".
Okay, I sat on his foot, but big deal. It's not like I did anything else on his foot. It's not even a moving violation but, here I sit in jail without anything even resembling dog food.
I need something called "bail". Dad says it's a good lesson and Andrew doesn't even know what money is. HELP! FREE FREE, SET ME FREE.