I love my dogs like there’s no tomorrow, and I can’t imagine what I’d do if I lost them. At night. On a busy road.
Well that’s exactly what happened tonight to someone else- they lost their Yorkie pup. I didn’t know this unfortunate person who was driven to tears when she thought her dog was gone forever, until we crossed paths with her tonight when we coincidentally found Chloe the Yorkie. The following is what happened:
Rachel: “Hey I think I see a dog over there.”
Dad and I looked across the street just in time to see a small figure scurry across the crosswalk. The road was busy with cars, and it was pretty dark. If Rachel hadn’t been so convinced it was a dog, Dad and I would have thought it was a rat. We walked quickly to catch up with the tiny figure, and Dad whistled to it when it was in view. It immediately turned around and greeted us in the dark. Rachel picked up the sweet furry Yorkie, and we brought it into better light to look for a collar or any injuries. At this point none of us were afraid of getting rabies. We stood dumbfounded for a minute, not knowing what to do, when I called my Uncle Neil for advice.
My Uncle Neil and Aunt Jody are expert animal lovers, and I suppose rescuing animals falls under that occupation.
Uncle Neil: “You can call the local police and ask for the dog officer. You can find out if anyone’s reported a missing dog.” (Those aren’t his exact words, but that’s the general idea.)
It was a good suggestion, but the Little One was getting antsy just standing around, so we continued our trip downtown to get ice cream.
A couple sips of frappe later, we started walking home with Little One to make one long overdue call to the dog officer. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flashlight in someone’s driveway. My head immediately started toying with what I would do if I lost one of my dogs.
Me: “Hey look over there. I see a flashlight. Do you think whoever it is could be looking for this dog?”
We walked in the general direction of the driveway. It was a long shot, but completely worth it if it was Little One’s home.
Dad: “Are you looking for a dog?”
Lady: “Yes. But she’s tiny…”
Rachel: “We found her.”
Lady: (sobbing) “Ohmigosh! Where was she?”
Me: “Crossing the main road.”
Lady: (scooping Little One up in her arms) “Ohmigosh I can’t believe she was in the road! I guess she’d just ran away. And now,” (talking to the dog) “it’s the leash from now on.” (Talking to us again) “Well thank you so much.”
All: “You’re welcome.”
Me: (walking away) “What’s her name?”
And here ends our story of the Great Doggy Adventure.
It was really an interesting night, and it made me think of someone else’s dog rescuing story that makes me laugh very often…Ann :P…but that’s a story for another time. 😉