The Delivery Driver Called the Police After Refusing to Believe My Golden Retriever Was Mine

After a brutal day, all I wanted was to crash with my Golden Retriever and a takeout order. I waited outside for the driver while my dog romped in my neighbor’s yard through our shared doggy door. When the car pulled up, I called him back and ushered him inside—only then realizing I’d left the gate locked. The driver stayed parked out front, watching. About ten minutes later, two police cruisers rolled up—she had reported me for stealing “a white person’s dog.”

After a long day, I wanted nothing more than the couch and some delivery food. While I waited out front, my Golden Retriever was next door, playing with my neighbor’s pup through our shared doggy door.

When the driver arrived, I called my dog inside, waved, and asked her to leave the order by the mailbox. She asked if the dog was mine; I said yes, happily, and even invited her to say hello. She set the food down, got back in her car… and didn’t leave.

A few minutes later, two police cars pulled up. The officers explained she’d reported a “stolen Golden Retriever” at my address. They were respectful and quickly confirmed he was mine—his collar tag listed my name and address.

As the officers were preparing to leave, the driver returned in tears, insisting that “people like me” only own pit bulls and rottweilers, so the retriever couldn’t possibly be mine. I let the police take it from there.

My dinner was still warm, my dog was safe, and a few delivery credits even landed me a slice of carrot cake to end the evening. Not quite the finale she was hoping for.