“Please pull your mule over to the side of the road,” the voice came to us loud and clear, polite yet firm, from a North Liberty Police squad car behind us.
It was a late summer afternoon, Sabra and I were on our way to Bob’s Place, a tavern in North Liberty about two miles from our home. Sabra was riding Dan, the one-eyed mule, and I was leading Buzz, my beloved dog of many years. We adopted Dan a year earlier, and he proved to be a great addition to the family.