| “Rover has a bone. Rover has a bone. How do you like it Mr. [Defendant]? How do you like it when you’re interrupted when I’m trying to speak?” The defendant attempted to speak again, saying “Judge, I just wanted to let you know I have a witness” but the judge interrupted: “Rover has a bone. . . Rover has a bone, Rover – - how do you like it, Mr. [Defendant]?” [1] |
But this isn’t necessarily another ‘tale’ of judicial unprofessionalism. No, it’s merely a prop allowing me to segue to other interesting bowser news. But not of the shaggy-dog variety.Eminently companionable, dogs don’t like distance from those they lovingly admire – - – even if it means that most of us are reduced to praying, “Lord Help Me Be The Kind Of Person (My Dog Thinks I Am).”
The Brandling Villa in Newcastle offers a nonalcoholic foamy mixture of malt, hops and meat extract that approximates a brewski quaffed by the two-legged set.
Admittedly, news about Rover and his beer doesn’t have much to do with Rover and his bone in court. Then again, rudeness in a pub can also get you ’86′ed.’
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[1] In re Maryesther S. Merlo, No. 1 JD 11 (Pa. Ct. Jud. Disc. 2011)
Photo credits: “guard_dog.jpg” by moneysaver67 at morgueFile.com; “Molly and the beer” by Piddleville via Creative Commons-licensed content requiring attribution and share alike distribution at Flickr.

