It's been a while, hasn't it? Don't worry, all the doggies are doing well. It's not a lack of excitement or entertainment generated from the dogs that's preventing me from posting. Just, y'know, life...
But do I have a story for you. I saved a dog!
The other night I was driving home from volleyball and turned onto my street. It's night time, a little late, and I'm surprised to see people out walking their dogs. I guess people think our neighborhood is safe enough to walk their dogs after 10 pm. Though if you read the police blotter, you'd know better.
Anyway, I'm driving down the street and I see this white dog sitting in the street, pushed up tightly against a minivan. Weird, I think to myself. I slowly drive by to see if the van door is open and the owner is just sitting inside without the light on, for whatever reason. Nope. Okay, I gotta do something.
I pulled over, kind of blocking a driveway and probably alarming the couple that was walking their dog in the dark. Maybe it was their dog also? They give me a wary glance and walk on their way. A look in the rear view mirror shows the dog still sitting in place. Alright, time for action.
Luckily for me, it was a friendly if not a bit shy dog. Something of a Poodle or Bichon Frise kind of fluffy, white dog. I'm able to get a hand on it and pet it while I feel for a collar and look for a tag. Success! A name, address AND phone number! Personally, I wouldn't put that much information as I'm a bit paranoid, but in this situation it totally worked.
Now, I'm aware of how creepy night time deals can be, and I don't want to be exposed in the middle of the road after 10 pm. I read the police blotter. I take Jojo Atlee and put him in the back seat of my car, so we at least have that protection while I call up the owner. Audacious little guy climbs over the passenger seat and comfortably lays down with his eyes locked on me, waiting expectantly for me to call his owner.
"Sorry to be calling so late, but are you Jojo's owner?"
Turns out we were just a house over from his place. I figure he must've recognized their minivan and stayed near it. I know that one sure way to catch Lilah when she's broken out of the house is to call her over to my car and open the door. Little girl jumps right in.
The owner comes out of the house, and I wave my arm to let her know where I am. Jojo reluctantly hops out of the car and sits on the grass, not making the effort to close the gap between him and his owner. Which when I think about it now as I write this, is kind of odd. His owner scoops him up into her arms and extends her hand to thank me. She hadn't realized he was missing. I probably smell and I know my hands are dirty (I had just finished playing volleyball afterall), but I shake her hand as she thanks me once again.
I told this story to my mom, exclaiming that I saved a dog! Her reply was, "I'm just glad the dog had an owner that wanted him back!" She then turned to Jack who looked kind of glum and hurt by her comment. "But I like you, Jack!"
I've since told this story to a few other people, leading with, "I saved a dog!" I don't understand why, but most of them are not impressed...heartless jerks.
