Motation, By Any Means Necessary

Skitter and her Bow Tie o’ the Day feel privileged to chill with Mom. Not only is Skitter the only dog Mom’s ever liked to pet, she gets to hitch rides on Mom’s walker. Mom never sits down. Her walker’s seat is always unoccupied by her butt. Although Mom transferred her personalized license plates to me last year, I’m gonna loan her one. I figure if Mom’s gonna keep walker-ing up I-15 from St. George to see me, her fab contraption better have a license plate.ย ๐Ÿ•ย ๐Ÿ›ดย ๐Ÿ—บ

The One, The Only!

Bow Tie o’ the Day welcomes Mom to our abode for another round of laugh-snortery. When Suzanne needed to make a ย 10-minute delivery to her doc in Bountiful, Mom wanted in. To get herself properly decked out for our micro-jaunt, Mom donned her shades, sprayed her hair, and put on her earrings. Nothing ย more, nothing less. You can see the bling on her ears, blinding you with their glimmer as much as her sunglasses do– as she walkers through the air, with the greatest of ease.

Part 6: The Almost End Of Ride-Along Stuff

Bow Tie o’ the Day loves law enforcement– city, county, state, federal. I treated my ride-along seriously, but I also did what I do: I chuckled at things. We backed-up Layton cops, who were checking out a girl alone in the only car parked in a closed city park, after dark. (Refer to the last post’s hint.) K-9 Rony sniffed out her pot. Officers called her dad to fetch her and her hefty tickets. He said absolutely nothing. He gave her the “don’t-even-think-of-speaking-to-me-right-now” look. Ouch! But it’s highly effective.ย ๐Ÿ˜’ย ๐Ÿ˜จย ๐Ÿ™ƒ

Part 5: A Pic Of The 911 Dispatch Center

My DCSO lawman patrolled off I-15, through neighborhoods west of the major drags, and near the foothills on the east side. Bow Tie o’ the Ride-Along has a handy hint for those wishing to steer clear of cops: AFTER DARK, DON’T SIT IN YOUR CAR WHILE IT’S PARKED ALONE IN AN ODD PLACE! My guy knows all the trailheads where people think no one will find them doing illegal things after dark. One car held two teenage girls, innocently talking. We scared the driver pee-less, checking the situation. ๐Ÿš”ย ๐Ÿ™€

Part 4: Driving, Driving, Driving

Bow Tie o’ the Day was impressed with how skillfully our DCSO deputy entered license plates into his laptop. Somewhere in Layton/Clearfield/Sunset/Kaysville (their boundaries baffle me), his laptop indicated an uninsured car in front of us. My deputy HATES making traffic stops. But he hates uninsured vehicles more. The driver received a ticket, with fines costing more than car insurance. My escort didn’t impound the car: Too much paperwork involved, and he didn’t want to bore me. I saved that driver an impound fee! Nice of me, eh? ๐Ÿคฃ

Part 3: Deputy O’ The Day

Here’s my personal deputy’s butt and shotgun butt. Bow Tie o’ the Ride-Along pestered him with questions about copdom. He let me get super close-up to the shift’s action. (I even got to watch Rony the K-9 and his nose find drugs in a car.) Before sheriff deputy-ing my copper had been a fireman, and then a paramedic. Add those skills to being a K-9 cop with a people-tracking, drug-sniffing mutt, and he gets sent to a wider variety of 911 situations than most officers. Handycop! More crime’s next.

Part 2: A Bigly Emergency

On my ride-along, Bow Tie o’ Yesterday and my deputy got summoned to the foothills east of Farmington, where a man with a gun was threatening suicide. It took five DCSO deputies, one UHP trooper, the guy’s friend, and the guy’s ex-girlfriend to talk him off the mountain unharmed and disarmed. My deputy and I were patrolling on I-15 in Layton when the whole situation began. My deputy immediately turned his truck south, and we drove 120 mph most of the way to Farmington. What a rush! Ah, adrenaline! ๐Ÿ™€

Part 1 Of My Adventures As A Not-Deputy Sheriff

I wore my glasses Bow Tie o’ the Day so I could see every cool detail on my ride-along with a Davis County Deputy Sheriff last night. Unfortunately, there were a bunch of things I wasn’t allowed to photograph at the Sheriff’s Office. You can see I was allowed to take a picture of the potty room before my deputy and I hit the road. I lucked out with this guy. He was a canine cop! Yay for me! The dog’s name is Rony. Stay tuned. ๐Ÿšจย ๐Ÿš”

Bow Tie Snitches About One Of My Whims

Bow Tie o’ the Day is in the mood to divulge one of my secrets: I accentuate my gray hairs occasionally. I like the look, and I’m absolutely proud of my gray hairs. I’ve been through challenging things in my life, and so I’ve earned each and every strand o’ gray. They are like scars and wrinkles: they tell true tales of strength. They aren’t just about age. They are visual evidence of perseverance and triumph over struggle. How do I gray up my hairs? Baby powder. ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿป

That’s What Friends And Bow Tie Friends Are For

I’m wearing Bow Tie o’ Halloween in this pic I recently found hiding in an old box. We were in 6th grade, and heading out to trick-or-treat. My Shirt o’ that Day is from my first concert– ย Elton John. I never had a bestie. I kinda hung with any group that would have me, but I was usually with one of these gals. Going from the left of me is Brenda Lowder, Sharon Rowlette, Shaunda Morrill, Terilyn Anderson, Vicky Farthing(?), Vicki Bishop, and LeAnn Sorensen. Real pals.