Okay….first off sorry for the overly dramatic post title. I’m fresh outta ideas today!
I started my morning off by getting up early (read: on time) with every intention of making it to work early (also read: on time) because I had a doctor’s appointment and a lunch function today and I wanted to at least pretend like I was doing some work. I actually left with enough time to make it to work right on time so of course there was a distraction.
I’m not sure how many of you actually know this but I am known at times to be a crazy animal activist and I may or may not try to get every stray animal I see on the streets. I might also let you know what I think of your dog/cat/bird/reptile, etc. parenting skills. I mean some people are just not meant to parent!
*this may be me in a few years
Anydog, I was driving to work when I see this dog in the middle of the road. All the other drivers were stopping and swerving around the dog. I hope you don’t expect me to say that I did the same.
I immediately pulled off to the side of the road and called the dog who came running. Thank god! This was obviously someone’s dog because he was wearing 2 collars but neither had a tag. I called the hubs. *This was a big mistake. HUGE! He yelled at me for pulling off the road to save some random dog. Umm…..hello? Not sure how long we’ve known each other but this is not a rare occasion. Maybe he thought since I was 28 months pregnant I would stop doing this?
I tried and tried to get the dog, a super sweet pitbull by the way, to get into my car. No clue what I would have done with the dog had he gotten in my car. I was tempted to take him to the vet and have him neutered since he obviously was not. Bert told me to stop being stupid and drive away. He also refused to come and help me load up someone else’s dog. WTH?
Well I tried to drive off and the dog ran after my car. I panicked – shocker – and pulled back off the road. He still refused to get in my car so I just sat there and watched him. He ran down in to a neighborhood and I left. I called my mom who immediately assured me that he went home - (She’s super psycho dog woman like me) - and I felt a little better.
I’m sad that I couldn’t save the dog but I’m hopeful that he went home and his lovely owners will keep a better eye on him. I’d hate to have to track them down and tell them how to properly care for their dog!
Please tell me you do this too! Someone. Anyone?!