The next episode was about a week later,  Bobby sneaked out of Terry's house while we were watching a movie.  And went into Terry's police truck and got on the radio.  He called out that there was an Officer Down.  We hear sirens coming from every direction.  Not knowing what was going on, Terry said he would get his portable radio and see what was going on.  As we sat there and listened to them checking every officer on duty and then them not knowing what was going on. I sat there scared to death,  worried that some officer was in serious trouble.  Then we heard the voice again  say Officer Down ... Terry and I looked at each other and both bolted off the couch and out the back door.  There sitting in the truck is Bobby with radio in hand.  Terry grabbed him by the hair on his head and yanked him out of the truck.  After locking up the truck again.  Terry went inside with Bobby in hand, and called the supervisor on duty and explained what had happened. To say the least, Terry got chewed on then and again the next day at work by his supervisor.

In January of 95, we decided that we would get an apartment together. We spent so much time together, that it is stupid to maintain two houses. So we found a nice 2 bedroom
apartment.

The day we moved, we rented a truck and picked up the things that I had in storage and then Terry's items at his place.  When we got the truck to the new place.  Bobby decides that he don't want to live there. And refuses to help carry anything up to the apartment. Now we were not asking him to carry furniture or anything heavy.  It was things like blankets, toys, couch cushions.  We were all tired and hot, and Bobby's attitude was not helping matters. I told Bobby to stay out of the way.  We were wanting to get the truck back before the end of the day.

Bobby decided that getting in the way was much more fun. Every time we turned around we bumped into him.  Coming up the stairs he was standing in the middle of them and wouldn't move, we ended up dropping a dresser cause I tripped over Bobby.  This caused tempers to really flair up.  Terry was worried that I had been hurt cause the dresser dropped on my foot.  Bobby was whining because I almost fell on him.  We finally got the dresser in the apartment and I took a look at my foot.  It was steadily swelling and turning colors.  Hurt too much to try and get my shoe back on. This was a real problem cause Bobby wasn't strong enough to get the bigger items that were left up the stairs.

I decided that since Tim and I had remained on speaking terms for Bobby's sake that I would call and ask if he could help Terry get the remaining things off the truck. After I explained what happened, he agreed to come over and help.

Later that night we looked again at my foot, which had now swelled twice it size and turned purple, that it needed to be looked at.  Tim agreed to take Bobby for the night, so we could go and deal with the ER.  I got lucky nothing was broke, just banged up real bad.  I was told to stay of it for a couple days.  I limped for a good two weeks.