At 6 a.m. on Friday morning, half a mile from the gym, what little traffic there was came to an abrupt halt. Annoyed, I swerved around, trying to discover the hold up. My heart skipped a beat when I spied a beautiful red and white husky-looking pooch running scared down the center lane.While others cruised passed, honking, I of course pulled over and as soon as Will drove by, waved him to a halt. With his help, we corralled her and made a make-shift leash out of my pant string. The poor dear was wet, cold, scared and STINKY . . . skunk stinky . . . And of course, was wearing a collar but no identification tags.
What does one do with a smelly, wet, lost dog at 6 a.m. on a rainy Friday morning? Well, after getting zero help from the nearby fire station, and vague suggestions from Oakland County dispatch, we loaded her into the Jeep, and after a quick stop at the gym so I could change, headed 45 minutes to Oakland County Animal Control. She was a dear, sweet animal. And once in the car, curled into a little, smelly ball and fell fast asleep.
When I arrived, a nice gentleman was outside the rear entrance smoking and helped me get her into a kennel. Fingers crossed her family loves and misses her, and calls the shelter. I'll call on Tuesday to get an update.
After our heart-wrenching experience with Jazz, I cringe when I see a dog without a collar or identification tags, and I stop every time I spy a loose pooch. I hope the rest of my blog readers do the same.
