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you going?”
Ex‐neighbor: “Johnny said I could keep Ginger if anything
happened to him.”
Me: “What? Nothing happened to him. He's just sleeping.” Ex‐neighbor: “He's not going to survive. He's dying, and he
said I can keep Ginger.”
Me: “First of all, my dad is NOT dying. Second, my dad tells
everyone they can have Ginger. If you know my dad, then you know he jokes around like that. Heck, he even offered to give me away a few times. He loves her and everyone knows it.”
Ex‐neighbor: “He said I can have her if anything happened to him!”
Me: “Nothing happened to him. He's sleeping. And besides that, she is the family dog. She's not a painting. Now give me Ginger.”
The ex‐neighbor then turned and started to walk away.
Me: “Stop where you are. Are you out of your mind? Give me Ginger or I swear I'm going to call the police. Ginger belongs to my dad. She belongs in her own home.”
The ex‐neighbor kept walking, so I called the police. I followed him to his car, which he suspiciously parked down the street. I told the dispatcher the make and model of the car, it's color, and license plate number. The ex‐neighbor stopped where he was. He did not know what to do. The dispatcher told me to not approach