I was up and out of the house to walk the dog at 5:05 this morning. On a side note, as much as I hate getting up and out of bed that early, I'm LOVING my new schedule. It's amazing how invigorated I feel when I'm done and not having to go when I get home, well I feel like I've gained all this time in the afternoon now.
Anyhow, when I walked up the street about 10 houses from mine, a woman who I may see a couple of times a week leaving for work, had opened up her garage door and was packing up her car. I don't know her, other than to say, "Hello" when I walk by. But this morning she stopped me. I took off my headphones, and she asked me if I had seen a yellow lab. It was still pretty dark out, and I hadn't seen anything except for the bunnies who scamper in and out of yards. She started to tear up when she told me that she and her husband left for work very early yesterday morning and when they returned about 9:00 last night their dog was gone. The gate wasn't open, and they were pretty sure he wasn't able to jump over the 6+ foot gate/wall. But he wasn't there. She called animal control and the pound, but it was after hours and no one answered. Then this morning, they had to leave first thing for work again. I told her I'd keep an eye out and tried to reassure her that maybe one of the neighbors had taken him in or that, because he was microchipped, they'd track him down. She thanked me as she tried to keep it together.
I walked on, and the further I got the more I thought about how hard it must have been for her to get in the car and go to work. Most employers would not accept "my dog is lost" as an excuse for not getting to work on time, but sheesh, what a crappy day she must have had. It's made me quite sad for her. I know it would have been a rough day for me. Heck, it WAS a rough day just knowing about a lost dog.
On tomorrow's walk, I hope to hear they have found him and all is well.
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