On the way out the door this morning, I told my dog that he was out of snacks and I would 
have to stop by the store today to pick some up. Of course, I assumed that sounded a lot like Charlie Brown's parents speaking to him. Waa-waa-waa-waa, waaa-wa.
A little while later, I was in a meeting with a client and the phone rang. It was my wife. The police were at our house wanting to know why we called 911. She was a bit puzzled, so she called me to find out. I didn't call, but it was recorded as a call from my home number. She tried to explain to the police that we didn't call, and everything was A-OK. He looked suspicious, but left.
It finally dawned on me. My dog called 911 because I told him there weren't any snacks left. He knew he would have lunch before I got back, and there wouldn't be a snack delivered for dessert right after the meal. I think he panicked. What do you think?
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