A SAGA OF MICKEY AND BOB ---- part 2

Just another day in the social whirl.

THE SAGA OF MICKEY AND BOB ----part 2

 

We sat in the cruiser as the day wound down,

one eye on traffic through the lights of the intersection and I , Bob, always watching the

procession of drunks and w****s swirling before

my eyes.

 

We , Mickey and I have been working this watch, the Swing, or 4 to 12 watch it seems like forever.

The stories are legend and I`m sure you have heard

them all, most of them at least, because it`s just my

way of telling the world about my partner and my hero, Mickey O`Rock.

 

As we sit here this night , sort of lost in reverie,

the back door of the cruiser opens and this guy gets

in the back seat and starts to lie down.  Guess he

was planning to take a nap and did`nt even notice

the cruiser was already occupied.

 

Well, I let a roar out of me and lunge at the plexi-glass

partition.   The drunk raises up, is confronted with

a wild  black mane and a row of snarling white teeth.

He emitted the most putrid issue of fowl smelling gas

and ran screaming down the street.

 

That is just the way it always was between Mickey and

me.   Mickey was just in the process of telling me that

he was honestly questioning the business of marriage.   He was saying, look at them, as he pointed to the mass of humanity .   Some of them have wives and husbands at home, others are homosexuals 

 and some are homeless, the result of broken marriages.

Here I am, he says, thirty something and not even a

girl friend.   The last one , as you know, did not like

dogs.   The one before that was beautiful but could

not spell her own name.  The one before that, well, the

least said the better, but she turned out to like pretty

girls more than she liked me.

 

Twelve O`Clock, straight up, Mickey powers the V-8 and we head for the barn.   As Mickey said, we busted

three drunks that were trying to start cars, wrote tickets to a couple of guys who thought they were race car drivers and------ you can read the rest on the

daily report , the little journal we hand in at the end of

the day.   

 

It`s all there in the little report.   The report of a 415,

disturbing the peace.   Mickey hears a scream, he kicks open a door and before we can get inside this

guy hits an old lady with his fist and she went down.

 

She was dead.   It was his Mother.  He wanted money

and although she told him she had none, he hit her anyway and ----- she was dead.

 

At the station, Mickey parks the cruiser neatly along with the other twenty in line, said c`mon Bob and into the squad room to peel off our gear.

 

I look up at the old boy , thinking, when are you going to find a little dove to go home to, Mickey ?

 

Apparently he knows what I`m thinking, gives me a pat on the head and we head out the door.

 

Knowing Mickey, we won`t go to a bar, we won`t go anyplace that does not welcome dogs.   If we go to

one of the local restaurants for a snack, they all know

him and we will just continue taking police calls.

They never seem to care if we are on or off duty.

Mickey always smiles and listens to their problems and his food gets cold and finally we wander out to

our car and head for home, maybe tomorrow night

will be a little more exciting.

 

------ Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[Julie Dant]

Hi there my friend. ;0)
I love the way you ended part 2. It's obvious Bob is always on the lookout for something to change his and Mickey's routine...something to set his hackles up..to get the old canine adrenylin surging. I love that you can convey the love and the strong bond they both have for each other without really saying it.
I am hoping to read part three soon. I am involved with Bob and Mickey enough, now, to be conjecturing as how this saga will end. This is good writing, Eagle. Do you publish your stuff? If you do, I'd like to know so I can buy a copy. If you don't, well, you SHOULD.
I am on here very sporadically, so if you could let me know when you put it up or anything else you write, I'd appreciate it. You are MY favorite. grin.
Julie

[Tracie Skarbo]

I love the fact that you are writing from the k-9's point of view. It is not necessarily an easy thing and yet you have coaxed out more and more information to the reader and given a unique perspective. I want to know more about these two and what they are up to, I want to know what they are going to find in the next shift and you have drawn me in completely. Will be looking for more.

Tigra

[just is]

This is so wonderful, so where's the first one at?
I"d love to read it.
You kept you theme all the way through
much enjoyed this.

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

Well I am not disappointed. I love the way you keep yourself in character I would lose it trying to write like that. You do it with such flare. Well Done.
Debby