Last night as Charlie and I were walking home from Applebee’s, out of the corner of my eye, I see a big THING running full-force towards us. Running across the street of
This pit-bull sighting is something you’d only see in
So there I am pulling out the cell phone calling someone to come pick up this poor lost dog that is running crazy on busy streets of
Please note that it’s at night on a Friday.
A dispatcher answers and tells me that she can’t help me, and that animal control is closed for the weekend. So my options are either taking the animal to my apartment until Monday or bringing it to a shelter. So obviously, I couldn’t take the dog to my apartment… my cat would have probably gone into shock and fallen dead to the ground if she saw a big dog in her place of living. So the only REAL option is finding a shelter. But guess what? The shelter is closed.
And before I know it, after 15 minutes of keeping this dog’s attention, the dog is gone. Just as fast as he came into our sight, he’s gone just as fast. And this morning, I’m sitting here thinking of where he is, where his owners are, and hoping that that poor puppy is safe somewhere.
I know I can’t save them all, but I really wish I could.