"Good idea! Maybe you could call the police on your cell phone while we walk down there," says Roz. "C'mon, girl... she's already crying, let's see if we can calm her down. The only way we're getting out of here is to see that she gets her dogs under control." Rozalynn threads her way between cars toward the old lady, her stride confident, a kind smile planted firmly in place.
Mariah dials 911..."Hello. We are having a situation right here (she mentions the name and place). There is an old lady with five crazy dogs running up and down and disturbing the traffic. Please send someone who can help catch all these dogs so we can all go home. What? How can I be joking? Do I sound like I am joking Mr. SmartiePants?", Mariah says angrily to the 911 operator who suggested that the call was a prank.
Dodging cars and irate drivers, she makes her way down the parking lot. As Rozalynn nears the hysterical old lady, she widens her smile and reaches out to place her hand on the lady's shoulder. "There, there, sweetie. What's happened? My friend Mariah here is calling 911 to see if we can get some help. Do you have leashes for all these pets? We want to help you get calmed down so you can call your dogs back...."
Mariah approaches Roz and the lady and says "The police think that I am kidding but hopefully they will send a patrol or someone who can help us to get all these dirty, nasty, silly dogs", she says in frustration.
Then she turns to the old lady and says "Excuse me, but what in the world you was thinking when you got all these smelly dogs!?"
Gad, yuk, blah... I hate mutts, they poo everywhere and smell like dirty rags. Keep those beasts away from me!
"Roz, the police is not coming", whisper Mariah. "Maybe we should get out of here, after all, they are not our dogs", she says.
Mariah looks at Roz and says "Gosh you are right, what do we do now? Any ideas?"