Moose Lake Star Gazette - Serving Carlton and Pine Counties Since 1895

By Wick Fisher
Moose Lake Star Gazette 

A cop named Pete

Wick's World


We arrived home from downtown St. Paul at 9:30 Friday evening after sharing Mexican food and stories with an old friend. Exactly a week ago at this very hour we let Sweet Pea out to potty and hadn’t seen her since. My wife and I spent a very distraught week wondering the fate of our timid, lovable pet. To no avail I passed out 150 flyers around the neighborhood and visited every pet store and vet clinic in the area. I resigned myself to the fact that all I would ever see of Sweet Pea again was her ghost peeking around every corner of her former haunts. I basically had given up.

Just before going to bed, my wife noticed the answering machine was blinking. As she began to listen to the message, I heard her shriek, “I think they have our dog!”

I could hardly believe the words repeating the message from our local animal clinic where we took Sweet Pea and Mae for their shots. “We got a phone call from the Animal Emergency Control Shelter in St. Paul and they may have your dog. It’s a black and white Shih Tzu with a thin red collar,” spoke the voice on the machine.

I irrationally hammered my wife with questions. “Where is she? Do you think it’s her? Who do we call?”

This was not my most clear-headed moment. I tried to curb my elation as I didn’t want to get my hopes up only to have them shattered. What would Sweet Pea be doing in downtown St. Paul? That was many miles and over a half hour away from her home.

Through a series of phone calls, we eventually arrived in the back room of the St. Paul clinic to find Sweet Pea bandaged, wrapped in a blue towel from the kind citizens who found her lying in the street less than a block from our home, and heavily drugged from the morphine shot she had just received. However, she had enough spunk left in her to recognize us so there was no need of any further proof this was indeed our lost dog.

Sweet Pea may not have dodged the car that hit her and drove away, but she did dodge a bullet. The animal doctor who gave her such caring attention said, “You owe that cop a pizza. He did not have to do this. He went way beyond the call of duty. Normally when they find a wounded dog that’s been hit by a car and has no tags, they simply take them to the dog pound where they are euthanized.”

We immediately asked for the name of police officers who brought her in. We were filled with gratitude the man whose profession had taken a severe beating around the country in the past year, including in St. Paul, had performed such a kind act. They did not have the officer’s name, but he did file his badge number with the report. The next morning I went to the Eagan Police Department and told my story to the officer on duty. When he realized I was there to praise and give thanks to his fellow officer, he returned with the name Pete (he requested no last named be used), a voicemail box where I could leave a message and the names of the police chief and Pete’s supervisor to whom I promised to write a letter of commendation.

Shortly after Officer Pete came on duty he returned my phone message. I answered with, “You know you are my hero of the day!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I was just doing my job,” Officer Pete replied.

“Well, according to the vet that you took her to, you did a lot more than that. She told me the standard procedure for dealing with animals in the situation you found mine and you could have simply had her euthanized.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I’m an animal lover. I know if my greyhound went missing for a week, I would be just sick about it,” Officer Pete stated. “By the way, the staff down at the rescue shelter was just amazing.”

“Yeah, they said the same thing about you,” I replied. I told him, “The vet down there told me you didn’t have to do what you did and I should buy you a pizza.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” he said.

“I know, actually I should buy you a franchise,” I retorted.

He chuckled and then we said our goodbyes. I reflected on all the kind people serving the public I had encountered in the past day, including the local people who called us on a Friday night, long after their clinic had closed for the weekend; the shelter rescue workers who take in stray animals 24 hours a day, seven days a week; and especially a cop named Pete who went out of his way to help a wounded animal eventually find her way home.

As for Sweet Pea, she suffered two broken hips and is headed to surgery as we speak. The prognosis for complete recovery is quite good.


Reader Comments

wiggy writes:

Wick, that was the most heartwarming and happy story I have read, Keep it up and good luck to the puppy.

misswiggy writes:

I was so happy to hear that your Sweet Pea was found. The kindness of those who tended to her and found you is so touching. She, and you two, have been, and continue to be, in my prayers. Healing and happiness.


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