I woke up to the sound of tires screeching and horns honking on the (very) busy road in front of my house. I did a quick head count of my dogs (one….two… all present and accounted for…) and I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
When I looked out the front door, I saw a juvenile pit bull hunkered down in traffic in full submissive posture, while traffic whizzed by at 50 mph all around her.
Dressed in my pajama pants, no shirt and no shoes, I ran out into traffic with my hands raised (THAT’LL stop a semi, right?) and approached this frightened and cowering dog.
The dog was not terribly glad to see me, since she was completely terrified. The cars that had stopped when I ran out into traffic had eased past, and more cars were coming at highway speed, so I made a decision: “I am going to reach for this pit bull, and if she bites me, well, she bites me, but we’re going to get out of this road before we both die.”
Just as I reached for her, an SUV came by at full speed, startling us both. She lunged away from the SUV, and I was able to catch hold of her collar. I walked towards oncoming traffic with my hand up again, and got her into my driveway, where I put her in the cab of my old Ford pickup. (I had to get my dogs inside and put her in the kennel enclosure- our Guest Dog Quarters.)
Once she was safe and inside the kennel, she seemed to calm down quite a bit:
I let my dogs out to sniff and wag at her through the fence, left her with a snack and some water and I went to work. From work, I called animal control, and they took my name and number. Two hours later, they called with the number of young Roxie’s owners.
Happy endings rock.
(btw, I refused the reward money that was offered. I am gonna go buy a lottery ticket while my karma’s good, though.)