A few weeks back I was driving to work. It was cold and rainy outside. I noticed cars were slowing down and I saw a white, furry dog quickly run across the road, who seemed to be lost. Instantly, I braked and pulled to the side of the road. I signaled to oncoming traffic to stop. I opened the back door to my SUV and called out to the dog. The dog came running to me and hopped into my back seat. It was like she knew me. I smiled to myself and saw she had two dog tags. One of the tags had her name “Colby” written on it. She had beautiful big brown eyes and white fur. She seemed happy and calm. I called the phone number on her tag and received an Answering machine message. I left a message for the owner to call me regarding their dog Colby, who I had found.
I started to head back home not knowing what to do. I looked at the clock and knew I was going to be late to work, but all I could think about was this dog. I called my neighbor who recommended I go to the Police Station in Franklin Park which was close by. I started to head there. Colby sat peacefully in the back seat staring at me smiling. All I could think was what if she had got hit by a car. She was a beautiful dog and her expressions were cute, very humanlike.
I was reminded about my own dog Sheeba, who had gotten attacked by two other dogs a few years back, when she had got lost. (The full story can be found here: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7781622/shiba_inu_a_remarkable_journey.html?cat=53)
I tried to call the phone number again on Colby’s tag and someone picked up the phone. I mentioned to the owner that I was heading to the Franklin Park Police Department and he could meet me there to pick Colby up. I got the dog out of my car, but did not have a leash. Colby was a bit restless and I managed to get her in the Building. I was glad to know I may have saved Colby’s life, from being hit by a car. I waited for the owner to come, as Colby seemed a bit restless.
In those moments waiting for Colby’s owner to come, it occurred to me that perhaps through my own dog’s attack, I realized how decisions and quick thinking can change a life. I felt like God was giving me a moment to pay humanity or kindness forward. The owner came and was grateful that I had stopped and took Colby to safety. He said she was a Samoyed breed. I patted Colby on the head and ran back into my car. I suddenly realized my car was a bit muddy from Colby’s footprints, and I was late for work, but in the end it was worth it.