Friday, November 6, 2009

How to help a stray dog

Last Sunday I saw a beautiful golden retriever on the side of a busy street, lined with businesses and homes. She was at the end of a long driveway, and it was possible that she lived in the house up the drive and had been trained to go no further than she was. But one more step and she would have been in trouble.

For as long as I could see, I watched her standing, not moving, looking at the cars whizzing by. I was so worried for her, but I didn't know what to do. Should I turn around, find a place to pull over, and approach her to search for ID tags? What if approaching her caused her to dart out into the road? If she had no tags, would I then take her into my car and drive off with her? What if the owner was nearby, claiming I was stealing his dog? Or watching from out the window of a house? No, I don't think it's responsible to let your dog loose around a busy street, but maybe the dog was on it's own property. Should I have gone up to the house, rung the bell, and asked if that was their dog standing at the end of the driveway?

I certainly didn't want this dog to get hit by a car, but couldn't decide about the right thing to do.
Have you ever been in this position? What did you do?


  1. hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....

  2. Thanks for visiting! Come back again and tell us about your pets.

  3. I've had similar experiences ... I think I attract dogs in trouble. One slender little lady had a tag on her collar, with her name and address. Cool. I offered her a ride and like a princess she hopped right in. A couple of streets later she hopped out of the back seat and hurried inside ... without a single look back. Then there was the time my son and I met Brutus he was stranded on a busy, winding country road and clearly upset. Cars and trucks were pulling over and the poor guy needed help. Brian pulled up, put the flashers on and offered the big boy Rottweiler a lift. He too hopped right in. We spend nearly an hour looking for his home ... long story short the telephone number on his tag had been disconnected. But after a few prayers to St Francis and a couple of helpful neighbors he was delivered back to his place of residence. No one was home, but the garage was open a about a foot. Brutus hurried in got a big sloppy drink. Then invited us in. We declined and he decided to take a nap. Brian was able to shut the garage door. We left a note but never heard from his family. Then weeks later we were stopped at a red light when I noticed some type of activity in the truck next to us. Brutus had spotted Brian and was clearly saying hello! The driver clearly was puzzled, but Brutus remembered.

  4. Patricia I just love your stories! And bless you for helping those pooches. Isn't it amazing how that Rottie recognized your son? I hope you meet Brutus again.

  5. Thanks for the memories! And all the great information you share with us.

  6. I just added your feed to my favorites. I really enjoy reading your posts..


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