The Dog

Not the actual dog, but pretty dang close.

On the way to work this morning, not more than 100 yards from my driveway, I saw what appeared to be a lost German Shepherd.  Let me correct that, he was lost.

I'm not sure what has gotten into me lately, but for some reason I stopped the car and got out. Hey, before you jump on me for a "look at what a good guy I am" post, that's not my point. I've looked the other way a shameless amount of times. An embarrassing number of times, in fact.

But this time I got out of the car in my ridiculous white shirt, tie, and overcoat and coaxed the dog over to me. It had a collar and a tag. I grabbed the collar after getting on my knees and doing my best "here puppy" voice. Then the dog leaped on me (it was as big as me) and for a second I thought it was an aggressive move and it was going to bite my face off. Nope. The dog was happy. Just playing. So at that point I was prepared to walk the dog back up to Liberally Lean Manor and surprise everyone inside that I had brought a dog home.

But this kid suddenly showed up on a bike. Out of no where.  He first asked me if that was my dog and I told him "nope" but that I thought it was lost. Now, assured that I wasn't a dog kidnapper, he told me excitedly that it was his neighbor's dog. He then took the dog by the collar and walked quickly up the street -- his bike left behind.

A good kid.

What's the point of all of the? Maybe just a message to myself that I should no longer look the other way.