A couple hours ago, a gal in her late 20's comes up to my house in tears. She explained that her dogs chain had gotten caught up in the tire of her vehicle when backing up, that she'd run over the dog, snapping the collar. Dog ran off in great pain and she'd been out looking for her.
I told her I had not seen the dog, and didn't really know which dog she was talking about. I do not know the young lady, and there are a lot of dogs in my neighborhood.
A half hour or so later, as part of my futile exercise program, I climbed onto my bicycle. Usual practice is to do three laps of the neighborhood (residential streets), about 1.5 miles (2 kilometers, more or less) per lap. Partway into the first lap, a guy I know by sight asks me to stop. I do so, and he shows me a dog I recognized...sort of. One whose home is on another part of my circle, and chases me from time to time. I told the fellow where I thought the dog's home was, but didn't make the rather obvious connection until my second lap when I spotted the young lady from before outside that residence.
We exchanged a few words. I had the young lady follow me to where I'd seen the dog...and yes, it was hers. Limping on the one front paw, but otherwise in good shape.
Oh...a side note for the Sidekick - my bicycle route takes me right past a 25 foot cabin cruiser on a trailer...named the 'Huntress.'
I told her I had not seen the dog, and didn't really know which dog she was talking about. I do not know the young lady, and there are a lot of dogs in my neighborhood.
A half hour or so later, as part of my futile exercise program, I climbed onto my bicycle. Usual practice is to do three laps of the neighborhood (residential streets), about 1.5 miles (2 kilometers, more or less) per lap. Partway into the first lap, a guy I know by sight asks me to stop. I do so, and he shows me a dog I recognized...sort of. One whose home is on another part of my circle, and chases me from time to time. I told the fellow where I thought the dog's home was, but didn't make the rather obvious connection until my second lap when I spotted the young lady from before outside that residence.
We exchanged a few words. I had the young lady follow me to where I'd seen the dog...and yes, it was hers. Limping on the one front paw, but otherwise in good shape.
Oh...a side note for the Sidekick - my bicycle route takes me right past a 25 foot cabin cruiser on a trailer...named the 'Huntress.'
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