Coming home today took an odd turn on the off ramp of my local highway. Bounding toward me was a big dog who seemed determined to run straight into interstate traffic and meet his own demise. We (both the dog and I) slammed on our brakes and as I opened my window he tried to climb in the car. This was definitely a lost dog.
But here’s where it gets weird. I pulled off to the side and attempted to flag at least a couple of dozen cars with men driving who clearly averted their eyes and kept going. Only one woman, a woman with a car full of kids, stopped to help. She called Animal Control while I ran after the dog, doing every thing I felt would get and keep a dog’s interest so he wouldn’t run back up the highway.
And here’s where it gets even weirder. It just so happened that today, while in Sams Club, I bought a $15 bag of Beggin Strips that was meant to be a Christmas gift for the dog next door. I opened it, and started giving this runaway little pieces to keep him at my feet. It worked. Animal Control arrived and the dog went somewhat peacefully to his future along with a couple of other dogs already in cages. There was no fight, no growling, no drama, and I’m not sure that I didn’t see a snippet of relief in the dog’s eyes through the cage as the truck took off.
I wish I’d taken a picture of him so I could post it locally, especially after the Animal Control guy said that they don’t post the pics anywhere, and that the dog would have a five-day window to find an owner. All I can do now is spread the word about this friendly fellow. He’s, well, he’s a dog….grey, black, and white, with a high haunch and a squarish face. I don’t know dogs, and even though I’m painting them now I am still clueless about breeds. [I looked at Google’s dog breeds page and the closest I could come to was something call Vizsla. Probably not right, but things were somewhat frenetic at the time.] What I do know is that he’s a sweetie, and deserves a good home. Hopefully one of my local readers is, or knows of someone who is, missing a dog and can make the connection. Otherwise, please don’t tell me to go get the dog, or mention the words serendipity or Kismet. I can’t own a dog now. I don’t have the resources or the facilities, and if there’s anything I can’t stand more than people who don’t take good care of their dogs by giving them the time, energy, and love they deserve, I don’t know what it is.
Oh, and the dog next door; he’s getting an open bag of Beggin Strips for Christmas with a copy of this post.