Sunday night. Working my usual
swing shift. I'm home for C7, about 2300 hours. Squad is parked in front of my house. Well lit, upscale condo neighborhood. I'm on the way out the door to go back in-service. My pug, Cash (yeah, my namesake), follows me out because he needs to do his nighttime bidness. So, I'm standing by the front door, Cash is doing his thing in the yard, and I hear a...