Sheila, my black greyhound is a roamer at heart… she waits for the great escape… if we don’t remember to close the gate she’s gone in a flash. And, oh by the way, none of the rules apply out side of the fence and she no longer knows us! She’ll go up to a complete stranger, but us? Nope.
Normally she goes to the right, which is safe. It’s a subdivision. This time, she went to the left… that’s West Little York. That’s the main busy Bvld that goes East/West. Very busy at rush hour. Very dangerous for a doggy who doesn’t look both ways before crossing the road. Hell… last night when she was given a treat, she thought she’d all ready gotten the treat so she licked her chops and trotted off… it was totally funny… but that kinda dog doesn’t look both ways!
So.. I get a call from HomeAgain stating that someone has found my dog and she’s on West Little York. Holey Canoley! They patch the woman through. I’m trying like hell to get a hold of Papa on the landline in my office with no luck, it’s going to Voice Mail instantly. Finally, I just direct the woman to my house and have her walk right into my house from the back door and start hollerin’ for Papa. At which point, Sheila escaped again and Papa had to chase her with the SUV.
How wonderful of that woman to stop and save a strange dog. She had no idea if the dog was mean or harmful to people, but she stopped to help anyway. AND, when I tried to offer her something in way of thanks, she asked simply that I stop and render aid to a dog that has a collar. I do that already & I’ve no trouble doing it again.
So… all those coffee’s purchased for others paid off today. It’s a blessing Sheila didn’t get hit. She is not the sick dog, so it would have been doubly heartbreaking…
I hope someone does something nice for you… something totally unexpected… And, I hope you pay it forward!
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