I Shot My Owner, I did not Shoot the Deputy

This story is too unbelievable to not be true. It is probably inappropriate but I laugh every time I think about this story. Let’s take a look.

My wife, Carrie, has a relative that lives in Iowa. When she was younger she was a bartender for a local watering hole in town. The money wasn’t great but the tips were usually pretty good. She was a good bartender. Country music blasted from the jukebox and you could see cowboy boots everywhere.

On the weekends she could work as late as two in the morning.

One Saturday night she was locking up the bar and heading for her car. It was 2:15am. She had a ten minute drive out of town to her little apartment. Her neighbors were all farmers. She pulled into her driveway and shut off her car. The walk to her front door was a little dangerous because of the snowfall that came down two days ago. She reminded herself that she should shovel in the morning.

Once inside, she stomped the snow off her shoes and set her purse on the kitchen counter. She had a visitor. It was her dog, a German Shepard, named Bear. He was so excited to see her that his tail began wagging without control. His whole body swirled left and right. She was always greeted this way.

Bear took off for the living room to find a toy. He snatched it up and headed back for the kitchen. She entered the living room and set her handgun on the coffee table. She always kept a gun at work for safety. She reached for the TV remote and turned on the tube. Then she slumped onto the sofa intending to watch a little TV but felt the immediate pull of long overdue sleep tapping her on the shoulder.

Bear ran around and around and finally went back into the kitchen to find his water bowl. She changed the channel a few times until she found a mindless sitcom rerun. This would work. Sleep is nearby.

At that moment Bear bolted back into the living room. He slid off balance and fell into the coffee table. The gun fired…

She was struck in the lower right leg with the bullet.

Of course they had to put the dog down…

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(Of course they didn’t, but I can be a stinker sometimes.)

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