scheherazade_79
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Last night I discovered that when you're really trying against all odds to do something really good, sometimes luck turns out to be on your side.
My sister was driving back home from my house yesterday evening when she hit a dog just on the outskirts of town. It had a collar on, but was running around as a stray, and was in a state of total panic.
I picked the dog up in my car, checked him over and he seemed totally fine. I took a walk with him that lasted about an hour, just letting him lead me wherever he wanted to go, in the hope that maybe he'd lead me to his home. But he didn't.
He seemed pretty hungry and thirsty, so I took him home and fed him, then tried to figure out what to do next.
I don't know if it's the same in other countries, or even other parts of the UK, but with animals, the police never want to know. And if they do want to know, it's only to get the dog put to sleep.
So I had my dinner and started walking in the opposite direction from where I found the dog. I spent about 3 hours knocking on doors, calling in various pubs, and trying different streets before a man happened to pass in a car and then stop.
It turned out it was his dog. His roommate had left the front door wide open that morning and it had escaped. According to other people it had been running around the main road most of the day. The police had been told about it, but did nothing to try and pick it up to stop it from getting hit.
Anyway, the dog's now back home safe, my sister's ok, the owner's over the moon, and I'm beginning to feel a little like Amelie
My sister was driving back home from my house yesterday evening when she hit a dog just on the outskirts of town. It had a collar on, but was running around as a stray, and was in a state of total panic.
I picked the dog up in my car, checked him over and he seemed totally fine. I took a walk with him that lasted about an hour, just letting him lead me wherever he wanted to go, in the hope that maybe he'd lead me to his home. But he didn't.
He seemed pretty hungry and thirsty, so I took him home and fed him, then tried to figure out what to do next.
I don't know if it's the same in other countries, or even other parts of the UK, but with animals, the police never want to know. And if they do want to know, it's only to get the dog put to sleep.
So I had my dinner and started walking in the opposite direction from where I found the dog. I spent about 3 hours knocking on doors, calling in various pubs, and trying different streets before a man happened to pass in a car and then stop.
It turned out it was his dog. His roommate had left the front door wide open that morning and it had escaped. According to other people it had been running around the main road most of the day. The police had been told about it, but did nothing to try and pick it up to stop it from getting hit.
Anyway, the dog's now back home safe, my sister's ok, the owner's over the moon, and I'm beginning to feel a little like Amelie
