Life in a small town.
One of our officers told me that a certain cowboy came by the PD the day before yesterday.
"Hey, am I going to get in trouble if I put down a stray dog?" he asked.
Our officer described the stray that's been all over town, and asked if that was the one. The cowboy said that it was. Our officer said that he was glad the dog had been put down, and asked where it was.
"In the bed of the truck," said the Stetson-wearing citizen.
Our officer stepped out and took a look: 4 or 5 pellets of buckshot had passed through the neck. The citizen had seen it in his front yard, and shot down from the porch at the cur, using the turf as a backstop.
"That big officer had told me I could shoot it if I had a safe shot," he said.
I did, too. He had a daughter, and I know a good ol' country boy when I see one.