Our Friend, Officer Big Mac

Big Mac is a patrolman in the New York City Police Department. His beat includes the Roosevelt house on East 64th Street, all the way over to Third Avenue. They call him Big Mac because, well, he's a big fellow. Gracie says he's well over six feet tall, and he weighs a lot (I think because he eats a lot - like me). She said he's about 250 pounds. I'm only 60. And Gracie is about 75. So to us little folks, Big Mac is gigantic. He's a very friendly person. He smiles a lot. And his laugh is loud and "boisterous" (that's a word Gracie told me about).

My human and I sometimes walk the beat with Big Mac. He carries a stick with him, and he's really good at swinging it back and forth and around and around without hitting anybody. He wears a dark blue coat with a row of shiny brass buttons down the front. Pinned on the left breast is a brass badge (Mac calls it his "shield"). His hat is kind of funny looking. It's tall and tan and looks a good bit like a spittoon.

Big Mac is somewhere in the back

Once, when were out strolling with Big Mac, he saw a man push a woman down to the sidewalk, grab her purse, and run. The thief wasn't very smart. Instead of running away, he ran right toward Mac (I guess he didn't see him - though how you could miss a policeman standing there is beyond me). Anyway, the bad guy ran straight into Big Mac's arms. "Gotcha!" he said. And we waved goodbye as Mac marched the thief back to the station.

Until next time.  D-O-G                                                                                               ©2014