On my way to work this morning, a young Black Lab ran out in front of my car not far from the Fwy off-ramp. I caught his eye as he went by and slowed to make sure he made it out of the road. He had no concept of the danger of the cars. His face looked a lot like my own dog, Zsa Zsa.
Kept driving another 5 minutes towards work.
Arguing with myself.
Got back on the Fwy and went back to look for him.
He was still sniffing around the street, now near the Fwy on-ramp. I parked my car and got out … what the hell was I gonna do if I could grab him? Take him home? We already have 4 dogs. I figured the best I could do was take him to a shelter and hope that any fate that would await him at a shelter would be better than getting hit by a car. Poor doggy.
Anyway, once I parked and got out of my car, and walked over to where I had seen him, he was nowhere to be found. I drove the neighborhood for a few minutes because I couldn’t feel good until I made some kind of effort. Funny, I’ve seen dogs running in the streets many times. Always feel like it would be a good thing to stop and help them out. I’ve never done it before. Might be that his face reminding me of Zsa Zsa made a difference. I don’t know. It’s been sort of haunting me all day today.
I think it’s time for a new leash and collar for Zsa Zsa. Think I’ll put the old ones in my car.
Just in case.
Maybe a little bag of dog treats as well.
You never know.
