I won't be joining the circus...

The rest of my school week was pretty unexciting. Saturday we did have a sad case where a pit bull had been shot by police officers when they arrived at a house for a domestic dispute. What made it even sadder is that the dispatcher had given the officers the wrong address so they weren’t even at the correct house. There was likely to be a legal case over this dog, so the students on the case had to document everything. There was a little bit of animal forensics going on.

Friday night I went to the circus in town with Clare. Neither one of us had ever been to a circus before, so it was interesting, to say the least. It was cool to see the animal acts and I was pretty impressed with their “light a man on fire and slingshot him across the arena” act—no worries, he was in a fire-retardant suit—but I’m not sure I would go again. It was a fun one-time thing for me, I think. Clowns running around hitting each other doesn’t rank very high on my amusement radar. But it was worth it to see everything else, and Clare was ecstatic that the circus had Fjords—her favorite breed of horse. Saturday after I was finished with school, Clare and I drove out to see Chris and ride. The weather was perfect to be outside and I was glad I got to see Rusty. It was nice to have a relaxing weekend for a change.