Mr. Jackson
Driving to work yesterday, I saw a dog limping across the a busy street. When I saw he had a collar and tags on, I knew I couldn’t just drive by. I usually do, but this time I knew I could probably find his owners.
I did a quick u-turn, and by the time I got to him there were three people already there to help. One was a guy just walking down the street, and there were two women, each on the phone. One was calling Animal Control, and the other was calling the number on Jackson’s tags.
The guy said he couldn’t wait, made sure one of us would take care of Jackson and went on his way. One woman was pregnant and said she couldn’t get Jackson in and out of her car with his leg. The other woman decided we had a handle on it, and also left, making sure one of us would help .
I had already decided that I was taking Jackson straight to the Emergency Vet, paying for whatever he needed and adopting him as a third dog if I couldn’t find another home for him (Kris and Rich). He was adorable, a chocolate lab color, but with the light blue eyes that come from the merle gene. He was handsome and well mannered.
So with that, I loaded him in the car and drove to the Vet’s office. As it turns out he was chipped (although the chip wasn’t registered) and when they did a reverse lookup on his tag phone number, they found out the owner was one of their clients. They called his cell phone and it was all arranged for him to come get Jackson that afternoon. A happy ending! It made me feel good all day.
March 1st, 2009 at 1:59 am
Awesome! Possibly my worst fear is that one of the kids will get out, and no one will stop to help them. I’m glad it had a happy ending!
March 2nd, 2009 at 2:34 am
your heart couldn’t be bigger.