To Stop, Or Not To Stop
Today while driving home from dinner, we saw a dog running on the sidewalk with a collar on, looking obviously lost and scared. Dustin pulled over and we got out, but by then the dog had crossed the street into the yard of a woman who was sitting outside the front her house–she immediately started petting the dog when she saw it.
My instincts wanted me to go across the street and make sure that she was taking the dog in and calling any phone numbers the dog may have had on it collar. I didn’t go check–and I’ve been thinking about the dog all night.
Recently, little things have happened to make me realized exactly how much I would do to help animals. I don’t know if its because people in Eugene like to let their cats outside and don’t like using leashes with their dogs, but I feel like there are more situations here than I’ve ever noticed living in San Diego that put pets in danger.
What I do know is that I want to help them all–the lost pets, the people who are looking for them, injured animals and strays. I’ve come to realize that I’m definitely a “stopper”..I’d rather know that I tried my best instead of regret not doing something to help.