He Called 911 on Me for Filming — I Just Wanted to Help My Dog

It started out as a creative mission to help my dog. It turned into a sidewalk standoff, a 911 call, and one of the most respectful police responses I’ve experienced to date. Let me walk you through how things unfolded outside Jan’s Jewelers in Boynton Beach.

This wasn’t just about flexing rights — this was personal.

“You Got Me on Camera?”

My first interaction of the day came from the doorway of Phat Heads Barbershop, one of three businesses inside the plaza at 515 N Federal Hwy. A woman popped her head out and asked if I had her on camera. I told her I did.

Naturally, she was curious. So I told her the truth: I was just trying to help my dog.

That caught her off guard — there was no dog in sight. So I explained that my dog, Chi Chi, had been the victim of a hit-and-run and I was out here doing something a little outside the box to raise awareness and support for her recovery. The conversation never turned hostile. In fact, she wished me luck, and I wished her luck cutting hair. A rare and refreshing moment of mutual respect.

The Jeweler Wasn’t Having It

Next door, at Jan’s Jewelers, things played out a bit differently.

The jeweler stepped out wearing one of those magnifying headband visors that jewelers use to get up close with the details. Before he could even say anything, I pointed out his gear — let’s just say it made for an interesting look.

He asked what I was doing. I flipped it: “What are you doing?” He seemed genuinely unsure how to respond. I told him I was just trying to help my dog, and from there, confusion kicked in hard.

That’s when the familiar line came out: “You can’t film a jewelry store.”

I asked why not. He didn’t answer. He just said he was going to call the police and walked back inside. Before he closed the door, I let him know that if he called, they’d just bring more cameras — but he didn’t hear the full sentence. So I finished it for myself anyway: “…you’ll just make the video more interesting.”

Through the glass, we had a brief back-and-forth. He insisted I couldn’t point a camera at a jewelry store. I pointed out I was standing on a public sidewalk. He told me I wasn’t the police. I asked if that meant it would be okay if I was. No answer — just a phone call.

I didn’t hear what he said at the time, but I later obtained the 911 call through a public records request. He told the dispatcher there was a guy outside recording, “saying something about a dog,” and that it was freaking him out.

Then the Cavalry Arrived

A few minutes later, three officers from Boynton Beach PD rolled up. Before they even reached me, a man from the barbershop stepped outside to ask what I was doing. I tried to explain, but he was more interested in telling me where I should be filming. He didn’t like that I was out front. I told him it was a public sidewalk.

The first officer approached — fist bump. No demands. No barked questions. Just a calm greeting and a walk toward the jewelry store to get the other side of the story.

Soon, the other two officers approached as well — both gave me fist bumps, and the vibe remained chill.

We talked. I explained what I was doing. They didn’t try to intimidate me, didn’t demand ID, didn’t question my right to be there. One of them asked about my dog, and I told him what had happened to Chi Chi. That led to a conversation about how I make content in public spaces as a way to generate revenue and share stories that matter.

Coffee, the Constitution, and the Army

At some point during our conversation, one of the officers noticed my hat: “I Love It Raw.” He asked if it was coffee. That opened the door for a quick plug of Raw Naked Bean, our channel sponsor. I explained that it’s the best single-origin coffee I’ve had — no blends, just pure beans sourced from individual growers around the world. I let him know he could use code GCNN for free shipping.

He laughed. The other officers chuckled too. It was that kind of moment — the kind that reminds you some officers really do take their oath seriously.

Then I noticed a ribbon on one officer’s uniform that said Army. I asked if he had served. He said he had. I thanked him for his service and told him that I was out there exercising my rights, in part, to make sure sacrifices like his weren’t wasted.

That moment stuck with me.

A Quiet Exit

Meanwhile, back inside the jewelry store, something had clearly changed. The officer who initially spoke with the jeweler reappeared. The store’s hurricane shutters started closing. I called out, asking if the officer had “squared him away.” No answer.

But the store was shuttered, and that silence said plenty.

The final officer I spoke with — the one who had asked about Chi Chi — told me directly: “You’re not doing anything wrong.” That’s what I like to hear. I thanked him and his fellow officers for honoring their oaths and respecting my rights. I told them they handled the call perfectly and that I appreciated not being hassled for ID or told to move along.

They didn’t just walk away — they walked off like they had nothing to hide and everything to be proud of.

It was, without exaggeration, a walk of honor.

Final Thoughts

Not every audit ends in conflict. Sometimes, people come out swinging (verbally), and sometimes they come out curious. This one had a bit of everything — confusion, confrontation, and finally, calm.

But at its core, it wasn’t about a jeweler or a barbershop or a sidewalk.

It was about Chi Chi.

This was my way of doing something that might make a difference. And thanks to the professionalism of the officers involved, it became a moment worth documenting — not just for me, but for anyone who cares about free speech, accountability, or one seriously resilient little dog.

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All footage was captured from publicly accessible areas where no reasonable expectation of privacy exists. Interactions depicted are matters of public concern protected by the First Amendment.