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The Legend of Bogart
My brother-in-law, "Ant'ny" as we pronounce it here, found an adorable puppy tied to a post outside of his business in Philadelphia. He brought it home and my other sister fell in love with the puppy immediately. My sister, Lee, the wild one. His name was Bogart and he was now in his forever home. The vet told her he was a Belgian shepherd, but mixed with what who knows. He was huge, over 110 pounds and on hind legs easily stood six foot tall. It was kinda funny to see my tiny sister with this massive beast... but he was a baby to her.... and you DON'T mess with her baby!
Knowing the dog would be big and powerful, she enrolled in doggie training. The instructor also trained police dogs, so Lee asked for the same training techniques. If in danger, the dogs were trained to first bite the shoe laces of the assailants, then the pant legs--as a warning. Apparently the dog remember this years later.
One summer night, Lee had her door open so the breeze could come in the screen door. She didn't hear the screams from across the street, but Bogart did. The door was locked, but that did not stop him as he lunged through the screen and sprinted across the street barking. An abusive husband was viciously attacking his wife. He flung the woman to the ground, and Bogart snapped as he stood over the woman in a protective manner.
This did not stop the man as he tried to kick both the dog and his wife. Lee started screaming from across the street. Bogart went for the laces and the pant legs, but the man kept kicking. He yelled to my sister, "Get your f---ing dog before I come over there and beat your a-- too!"
Lee shouted back, "I'd like to see you try a--hole!" Bogart's head turned to Lee as if asking for a command. She shouted, "Get him, Bogart!" The dog then tackled the man to the ground, growling with both paws on the man's shoulders until police arrived. The man kept screaming that he was going to get revenge. The whole time Lee screamed, "Be glad that's a good dog! I should have him tear your a-- apart you wife beatin' m-fer!"
After that, Bogart watched the man so closely, expecting revenge. Even if the man just walked from the house to his car, Bogart barked to alert the man he was being watched. The couple moved about six months later. Maybe he was afraid Bogart would get him some day.
I explained in an earlier post that I had grown accustomed to police calls involving Lee. So it was no surprise to me when an officer called, asking me to come pick her up from her home. She and her husband were fighting---both of them were violent. I hate the guy, but I have to be truthful here. She was an aggressive personality in a small package if she was mad--- or just plain hated you.
I got to the house, and an officer stood between Lee and her husband as they are screaming and yelling. She shoved clothing and belongings into trash bags and carried them out to my car. She screamed the entire time. Then she said something that erupted into a volcano worse than Mount St. Helen. "I'm not leaving him here. You don't deserve him. He's coming with me."
Oh my God, for the next twenty minutes the two of them yelled and threw things while two officers tried to calm them down. Finally the officer said, "Custody is something you have to decide in court. We can't get involved or make a decision. File for divorce and have the lawyers work it out. In the meantime, it is probably best for him to stay here in the home and follow his regular routine. Divorce is going to be traumatic enough. Don't put him through worse."
This guy was being so nice and patient. I almost did not have the heart to say, "You don't realize they are talking about a dog, do you? A 100 pound dog that wouldn't fit in my car to take anyway. It would be like Marmaduke sitting in a corvette." Apparently this officer was new to the area, because the others in the town were used to the couple. They knew, as did I, that she would be back and things would be all lovey dovey for awhile.
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This post is written with the utmost respect for law enforcement. These people put themselves on the line everyday, never knowing what kind of situations they will face. From dealing with dangerous criminals to dealing with absolute nuts, they deserve our respect.
The Cabbage Patch
My sister, Lee, was a firecracker. Beautiful and vibrant, afraid of nothing, and a total free spirit. If she loved you, she'd do anything for you. If she hated you, she would beat your @#$. And I mean that literally.
She was the epitome of the term "Biker Babe", and she lived in two completely different worlds---one of family and one of her friends. Every once in a while, one life would trickle into the other. Here's an example: Bike Week, Daytona Florida
Every year she went to bike week with her husband, and they often won prizes and contests for their customized Harley-Davidson. One time she called my mother, "I'm so mad! Would you believe I came in second place this year? That's impossible. That winner cheated!"
Mom replied, "Cheated how? Did her bike have some sort of illegal addition?"
Annoyed, Lee responded (and in my head I can see her pouting and stomping her foot), "Not the bike contest! The wet tee shirt contest! I came in second! She cheated.... her boobs were fake. That isn't fair!"
"Oh my god, Lee! What did your husband say?"
"He was furious."
Apparently these two were on totally different brain waves, as my mother replied, "I guess he would be. I can't believe you entered a wet tee shirt contest. What were you thinking? You better apologize to him."
Lee got confused, "Apologize for what? And he was mad. He paid $50 for me to enter, and I win every year. So he's fuming that we just lost the $2,000 prize."
One year she called me, "I just won a lot of money. next year you are coming to the cabbage patch with me. We could make a killing together."
I knew I shouldn't have asked. I should have kept my mouth shut. As a girl born in the 1970's, The Cabbage Patch was a doll. But stupid me inquired, "What's the cabbage patch?"
"Coleslaw wrestling! We'd kick butt in a tag team!"
The best would be when she would get arrested. Which happened quite frequently, but usually for fights or being disruptive somehow. She was only 5 foot tall and didn't weigh much. She was gorgeous, and because of it, she got away with a lot more than others would have. I had a look at her arrest record when she was 37 years old, and she had already been arrested 107 times. <----- That's a real number people! And she lived another ten years, so god only knows what the final number was.
My mother worked the overnight shift when I was 17 years old (Lee was 28). One night at 2 am, I got a phone call from the police in Lee's town. "This is Officer Perry. We have your sister, Lee, here and we need someone to come get her."
When the officer told Lee her ride arrived, she started screaming and yelling, "I hate all you pigs! The only good cop is a dead cop! None of ya's ever do anything good. All the killers are running loose on the street and you picked me up for nothing." (No, she wasn't drunk. Just crazy. It happens. lol) "My sister's taking me home now!"
I could hear her from the lobby of the police station. I asked the officer if I could yell back to shut her up. He responded, "Oh my god, please do. She's been screaming like that for an hour."
I obliged, "Lee, shut the hell up or I'll leave you here. You know I will!" Silence. She thought it was our other sister, not me. She knew I would leave her if she didn't behave.
The officer looked to the air, "Thank you, God." He turned his attention to me, had me sign a release paper and brought her out. He then realized he omitted a crucial step, he failed to get a photocopy of my driver's license. I handed it over and his face went white. Dread crossed his face as he lifted his eyes up at me, "You're not legally an adult. I can't release her to you."
Once again, Lee exploded in a series of rants that mimicked a vicious dog. Throwing her hands in the air and screaming, she ran after the officer. I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet, swirling her behind me. I said to the officer, "Come on. I'm obviously more responsible than her. My mother's at work for another six hours. It is either release her to me, or you're stuck with her until then."
Still screaming, "Don't talk about me like I ain't here! I want out of this place. I'm gonna sue you for harassment! I hope you all die!"
The officer raised his brow, took my license and turned up the ink on the photocopier. He made sure to blur my date of birth. Then waved good-bye. Poor guy.
That was the start of me picking Lee up from the police station, it was not the last. I become such a regular at the Paulsboro Police station (a city in which I never lived, and rarely ever go) that I was on a first name basis with the officers. We would run into ether in public when they were off duty and exchange pleasantries.
Every once in awhile they would say, "How's your sister doing? I haven't seen her lately. When she's quiet, I get scared."
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