I asked the few people around us whether she belongs to them, but everyone said no, so apparently she was lost. She was a bit skittish when I approached her, but sat nicely and let me leash her up after I pulled out a treat. Luckily, there was a phone number on her collar, and we were able to reach her owner in no time. According to the owner, who was searching for her down at the beach when we called, Macho went into the bushes to pee, but somehow never came back out. We waited for about 10 minutes at the park entrence and Macho was happily reunited with her owner.
Maya's daddy and I are usually not that enthusiastic about being a "hero", mainly because all the horror stories we heard about people being sued after helping others in Taiwan. I still have a bit more faith in humanity and told him before he could stop me that "if someday Maya gets lost, I wish someone would take the time and give me a call." Anyways, it wasn't really anything heroic nor dramatic, I just want to write about it since this was the first lost dog I helped find her way home.
Nice story. And I absolutely agree -- if MY dog was ever obviously lost, and someone managed to lure him over out of harm's way, I would want a call too. I would hope the freaks that try to sue good Samaritans are actually pretty rare and blown out of proportion by the media.ReplyDelete
Yap, I really hope the media pays more attention to the good stories instead of exaggerating the bad ones.Delete
I'd just be glad to have my dog back. I really don't understand the sue-happy mentality people have.ReplyDelete
I was walking back from the farmer's market on Saturday when I heard this woman shrieking "No! No!" and this little dog screeching. I come around the corner and the lady and little dog are in the middle of the street, going in circles, being chased by a curious puppy who was four times the little dog's size. The woman was very freaked out and thought the puppy was going to eat her dog. I decided to be nice and catch the pup instead of hide behind the bushes and watch while cackling like the mad witch I can be at times. The lady was very thankful for my intervention to her dog's supposed impending doom.
Turns out the pup belonged to the house three doors down and had wiggled through the fence. Her address was on the tag along with the name "Nala D Escaped" so I plopped her over the fence, fixed the hole, and went on my merry way.
That's very nice of you! Made me think of my ex-coworker's dog. She'd figure out a way to get out of her own backyard during the day, and run from backyard to backyard playing with other dogs in the neighborhood. But somehow she could always get back home before her owners got off work. They didn't even realize what the dog was doing till a month later when a neighbor showed them a photo.Delete