I have the best excuse: Walking Lucky. He gets some fresh air and a chance to poop, and I get to snoop on my neighbors.
It was an apartment on the north end of the complex. When I walked by, Lucky conveniently got interested in the smells at the bottom of a light post and I watched while two police officers kept banging on a door announcing who they were. Lucky got tired of smelling other dog's pee and started walking on, but not before the woman in the apartment finally opened the door.
I walked back by with Lucky a few minutes later to overhear an officer explaining that it wasn't her choice, that the state of Arizona requires something or other. That usually indicates a domestic violence arrest (I've watched Cops enough to learn how that works).
The whole thing wasn't very dramatic but it was exciting for a few minutes. And Lucky was grateful that he got to go out and do his business.
|Police visit Ridgepointe, I take photo.|