Monday, September 14, 2009

stray dog

As I was leaving the gym at 6 am, I turned down 75th street just as a stray dog cut across the road in front of me, headed down Metcalf. He was a large dog, probably a shepherd mix, with shaggy blond hair. I cut into the drug store parking lot & whipped around, in time to jump out of the car as the dog was approaching. He was very shy. And starving. Unfortunately, I didn't have any food in the car, and although he stopped & stared at me when I called out to him, he ducked his head back down & kept running south. Back in the car! I cut him off another block down. Same result: he was curious but too scared. This went on for a while, until he got tired of me hassling him & he turned westward through a lot, and I couldn't follow. Dang! If only he knew that I have "connections" at the humane society and could help him!

My friend Tony shared this quote with me after we were trading dog stories at lunch last week:
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are life, his love, his leader. He will be yours faithful and true to the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. —Author Unknown

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