911 Transcript July 8, 1975 12:00 midnight Manteo, North Carolina
Operator- 911, Mabel Taylor speaking. I need your name, physical address and phone number.
Caller- This is Mary. I live in the third brick house, the one with the blue shutters, in Pine Hill, the neighborhood right across from the big church.
Operator- What is the number of your house?
Caller – Well I am not sure. Wait a minute and I’ll get a piece of mail off the kitchen counter. Okay I got it now. The number is 210.
Operator- Mary, how old are you?
Caller- I am 12 years old. And I am calling from the kitchen phone. I have to whisper because I don’t want to wake up my parents. My dog is missing and I want the police to help me find him.
Operator- Mary, 911 is for emergencies only. A missing dog is not considered an emergency.
Caller- It is for me, Mrs. Taylor. Are you Bobby Taylor’s mom because I go to school with him?
Operator- Yes, I’m Bobby’s mom. Is this little Mary with the blue banana bike that has that squeaky horn?
Caller- Yes, Mrs. Taylor and my dad took the horn off my bike because it gave him a headache. Please ask the police to send out a search and rescue team to find my dog, Ruffles. My dog is lost out there somewhere in this scary thunder storm.
Operator- Mary, I can’t stay on this line long but as this has been a slow night, let me ask you a few questions. First, are you talking about that white and black ball of fur that follows you everywhere?
Caller- Yes ma’am, that is Ruffles. He is always with me when I ride my bike.
Operator- When did you last see him?
Caller- I saw him in his doghouse before we went out to eat at Fisherman’s Wharf. Then the storm came and when we got back home, he was not in his doghouse.
Operator- Mary, what did your parents say?
Caller- They said that I could search for him in the morning. My dad said not to worry. That he is a dog and will take care of himself.
Operator- Mary, I think your parents are right. Now you need to go back to bed and get some rest so you can find your dog in the morning.
Caller- But Mrs. Taylor, how can I sleep for worrying about him?
Operator- Don’t worry, Mary. My husband is a policeman. I will give him a description of your dog and have him keep his eyes open for him while he is on duty.
Caller- Oh thank you Mrs. Taylor. I will ask mom if I can bake you some blueberry muffins. I think I can sleep now. Good night and sorry for bothering you.
Operator- My Bobby would have done the same as you if his dog was missing. Now go to bed, Mary.
Operator- 911, Mabel Taylor speaking. I need your name, physical address and phone number.
Caller- This is Mary. I live in the third brick house, the one with the blue shutters, in Pine Hill, the neighborhood right across from the big church.
Operator- What is the number of your house?
Caller – Well I am not sure. Wait a minute and I’ll get a piece of mail off the kitchen counter. Okay I got it now. The number is 210.
Operator- Mary, how old are you?
Caller- I am 12 years old. And I am calling from the kitchen phone. I have to whisper because I don’t want to wake up my parents. My dog is missing and I want the police to help me find him.
Operator- Mary, 911 is for emergencies only. A missing dog is not considered an emergency.
Caller- It is for me, Mrs. Taylor. Are you Bobby Taylor’s mom because I go to school with him?
Operator- Yes, I’m Bobby’s mom. Is this little Mary with the blue banana bike that has that squeaky horn?
Caller- Yes, Mrs. Taylor and my dad took the horn off my bike because it gave him a headache. Please ask the police to send out a search and rescue team to find my dog, Ruffles. My dog is lost out there somewhere in this scary thunder storm.
Operator- Mary, I can’t stay on this line long but as this has been a slow night, let me ask you a few questions. First, are you talking about that white and black ball of fur that follows you everywhere?
Caller- Yes ma’am, that is Ruffles. He is always with me when I ride my bike.
Operator- When did you last see him?
Caller- I saw him in his doghouse before we went out to eat at Fisherman’s Wharf. Then the storm came and when we got back home, he was not in his doghouse.
Operator- Mary, what did your parents say?
Caller- They said that I could search for him in the morning. My dad said not to worry. That he is a dog and will take care of himself.
Operator- Mary, I think your parents are right. Now you need to go back to bed and get some rest so you can find your dog in the morning.
Caller- But Mrs. Taylor, how can I sleep for worrying about him?
Operator- Don’t worry, Mary. My husband is a policeman. I will give him a description of your dog and have him keep his eyes open for him while he is on duty.
Caller- Oh thank you Mrs. Taylor. I will ask mom if I can bake you some blueberry muffins. I think I can sleep now. Good night and sorry for bothering you.
Operator- My Bobby would have done the same as you if his dog was missing. Now go to bed, Mary.