Sad but Funny Friday - Out of the Woods 56

I built a house one time, I have about 500 of stories that start out with that phrase, for a local television reporter. He and his wife were in one afternoon, and she said to him, "tell him about the bloody bedspread and the shovel." 

They had a big white dog, it was the size of a german shepard, but snow white.  A pretty and friendly dog.  He was home one afternoon, the doorbell rang, he opened the door and the dog dashed out, into the street and was tragically hit by a car.  He carried the dog back in the house, laid him on the bed, and the within a couple of minutes the dog died from his injuries.  He was heartbroken, and due at the television station in an hour or so, to do the evening news.  

He wrapped the dog in the bedspread, put him in the back of his Jeep, along with a shovel and started for work. Along the way there was a trail into sand dunes. He parked along the side of the road, took the dog, down the trail into the dunes, and buried him.  All very sad, really heartbreaking, but the story is not over.  

As he comes out of the trail, carrying a bloody bedspread and a shovel, the police are writing him a ticket for illegal parking.  He starts to explain the extenuating circumstances, and the police officer notices the bloody bedspread and the shovel and reacts. 

In moments back-up officers are called for, and he is handcuffs, trying to explain what has happened.  To make it more stressful the officer recognizes him as the local news reporter. 

Back down the trail, the officer digs up the dog, reburries him, takes off the handcuffs, and he makes it to the station about 5 minutes before he goes on the air.  

Sometimes when I think I have had a bad day, I remember that story, at least I have never had to explain to the police the bloody bedspread and the shovel.