"Like when they did the dogs," I ask?
"Exactly!" she says with irritation.
It's true whenever I'd write about the Island Police Department our dogs are ticketed for barking, we have to go to court, hire Bobby Phillips as our attorney and spend lots of money in fines.
Tybee Island is a leader in dog profiling.
Dog's haven't been shot on the island yet but last year someone practiced on Coyotes.
I figure it's just a matter of time before unaccompanied dogs are shot ... which will lead to dogs on leashes taken out by the Tybee S.W.A.T.
I know it's crazy but the mentally ill are already tased on island for eating a hamburger on the curb of a street.
"Stop writing about those things," my Mother insists. "It's just going to get you in trouble."
"I just wrote about a pool referendum," I say.
"Well your wife didn't help," Mom sighs.
"ALRIGHT!" I'm thinking to myself, "It's not just me this time. Sarah's at fault too."
"She just wants the girls to have a pool," I explain, "without driving 20 minutes to the YMCA on Wilmington when we already pay dues to YMCA on Tybee."
"Hmm," Mom replies.
"Right?" I think, "There's nothing Christian about it!"
"Well you're just going to get in trouble," she concludes. "I gotta go."
Hanging up, I am beside myself in glee that Sarah is finally in trouble with my Mom ... like I've been all these years!
"Alright Pups," I excitedly say, "let's go outside and wait on the Police."
