Lots of good (great!) things happened over the weekend that helped restore my faith in humanity, but there’s one in particular that hit close to home. I was driving back to my house when I saw a Labradoodle jogging down the road. It was a rather busy street, and I was terrified something bad might happen to him. I turned the car around and started to follow him, and luckily, when I was finally able to park and dash out of the car, I was right behind him.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have my phone with me, but I saw a man ahead who said he had already called the police. We tried closing in on the dog so we could stop him from darting into the street, but we didn’t get to him in time.
Thankfully, every single car came to a screeching halt, and the dog made it across without a scratch. He ran into a laundromat, and there he stayed until someone found a spare leash for him. By the time I got over there, myself, there were four other people trying to help this dog. One lady had water, another was giving him snacks, and the rest of us were out on the sidewalk waiting to flag down the police as they came down the street. In the meantime, this Labradoodle was just loving all the attention. He was a friendly dog, and he let us all pet him and scratch his ears while we waited.
When the police showed up, we found out the dog didn’t have a microchip, but by tracing his tags, they were able to reunite him with his family. I called the police desk in the morning to make sure he was safe and sound.
Moxie’s daycare center posts pictures of the dogs each day, and I am pretty sure that this runaway dog is one of Moxie’s pals. What if this had been her? What if she had gotten out of the yard and made a break for it? She’s run away before, but never more than half a block from my house. It’s a terrifying thought, but I am a little comforted knowing that there are people who will stop and help a pet get back to its family.