Rescue Attempt

As I am writing this, the ice crystals are hitting the windows. It was only 2 degrees here this morning. We are supposed to get an ice storm but not as severe as in the storm of  '92.  I will never forget that one. I was a single mother with a 10 year old boy who very sick that night. During one of the times he was "tossing his cookies", the lights went out. As night progressed, we could hear trees crashing around us in the village. He was very frightened as was I. We had no heat and no light. My sister and her husband came to our rescue and we spent the balance of the week at her house. They had a wood stove and offered us comfort from the storm.

I went in late to work today - had had a little karate battle going on in my stomach throughout the night. As I labored my way up and over one hill, there in the road was a little white poodle. At first I didn't see it because of the snow in the road. The poor thing was so cold and I am quite sure was lost. As I approached, it did get out of the road but as I looked in the rear view mirror, it looked up and down the road as if to say, "What am I going to do now?" I turned the car around and went back to check on it. I have done this so many times in the past. I can't not try to help.  As I approached the dog one more time, it got out of the road again. I pulled over and rolled down my window but it was frightened and ran. I pulled into a driveway and it ran even more. I got out of the car but could not connect with it. I always feel so badly. I know how my boys would feel if they couldn't find their way home. It did have tags on but didn't have much of a "coiffure" so I think whomever had it didn't pay much attention to it. I finally had to give up and depart. I had no food to entice it into my care.

One time, on a terribly cold and windy day, I picked up a very old, big dog who was steadfastly walking down the MIDDLE of the road. When cars approached it acted as if it didn't even hear them.  It had snow frozen on its belly so I knew it had been out for some time. When I opened the car door and called it, in it jumped in my back seat as if to say, "Thank God, someone finally has stopped to help me." I took it up and down the road to houses but no one knew who it belonged to so I brought it home, fed it, warmed it up and called the dog warden with the ID tag. It belonged to someone not too far from where Ihad picked it up so back I went. They were happy to see the dog as was the dog to see them. Apparently the girl in the family had neglected to latch a door to the dog kennel and that is how it commenced its journey.

While I know sometimes, through no fault of the owners, pets get separated and lost. But what makes me see red are the uncaring morons who dump them as if they were one of their McDonald's bags. I will never understand so called humans like that. 

I pray that little white poodle is safe in the arms of a caring individual tonight in this storm.

Twitter