A long, long time ago (7 years) I was single and living by myself in Florida while attending graduate school. During that time, my friends and I attended bars regularly after school and work. After a cool November night out, my best friend Ginger and I came home from the bar and were listening to the latest Britney Spears song.
We had changed into pajamas (mine was an oversized t-shirt with reindeers on it) and were dancing in the front room of my bungalow, each of us holding one of my dogs. I had two living with me at the time, my Lambchop and my parent’s obese chihuahua, Tiny.
Once the song was over, Ginger had passed out on the couch in the living room and I got on my computer. As I was checking Facebook, I heard a knock on the front door. “What the heck?” I thought to myself- it was 11 at night.
I could see through the window that it was a young, good-looking police officer. I answered the door, reindeer PJ’s and all, and asked if there was something wrong. He kindly told me there had been a noise complaint. Mind you, there was no music on at this point, just a 24 year old girl in her pajamas on the computer Ginger was out of sight, passed out).
I said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I listened to one song– I didn’t realize it was too loud.” He responded “No problem at all, I can see this was a ridiculous call. There was actually an additional complaint of 2 girls dancing with dogs too.”
The first thing that came out of my mouth was “Is dancing with dogs illegal in St. Petersburg?” He smiled and said “No, Ma’am.” I laughed and apologized for wasting his time and he headed on his way back to the police station.
As soon as the door was closed I woke up Ginger to tell her what had happened. “Dancing with Dogs” has been an inside joke with us for years, so when my sweet toddler started dancing to one of my favorite songs “Pumped up Kicks” by Foster the People and the first thing he did was grab our dog, Rex’s, paw I knew I had to get it on video.
Apparently dancing with dogs runs in my family.