Powerful storms cruised through here last night. Serious high wind action and driving rain. About 10:30PM or so was when it really started going all Oz on us. There's always been something about violent weather that appeals to me. I absolutely love sitting in my cozy little apartment looking out the window when the trees are bent at a 45, rain just friggin' pouring down, lightning followed quickly by thunderclaps. Love it. Especially the lightning and thunder, and in the case of electrical storms, I prefer them at night. As long as I'm inside.
Not Bear though.
He absolutely hates thunder. He's a cop on the Chicago police force. Day in and day out he faces the nastiest elements this city can throw at him. He's gotten in a few scrapes with unruly suspects. In fact, when there's serious resistance on the part of a bad guy, Bear is almost always the one that pulls the tough duty of subduing some tweaked up meth head. More often than not, Bear's mere intimidating presence is enough to keep the shitheads in line.
His partner, Detective Richard King says Bear is "friendly, and very good natured. He's all about 'playing.'" Now I don't know what the hell King means by 'playing'; Chicago cops can be funny ducks, but I'll assume King means good playing.
Anyway, last night, about 10:30, 'friendly and good natured player" Bear goes out in his back yard, to have a bite to eat and take a piss. And then he hears the rolling of distant thunder, not even a huge boom, ...and he freaks out.
Mind you, he's a highly skilled specialist. He goes through a grueling 3 or 4 month training program before he can even get on the Chicago police force. They don't just take any tough looking son-of-a-bitch.
And yet, one distant thunder roll, and he jumps over the fence in his back yard, and takes off running.
And now, today, he's missing.
LOST: One 3 year old, 74 lb., black and tan German shepherd. Answers to the name "Bear."
HERE's a picture of the big baby.
If you see him, call 312-746-7180
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