Driving home from picking up dinner, I turned off of an extremely busy highway onto the narrow, two-lane road that leads to my street. It was very dark. My headlights picked up a black dog, barely visible, just as I passed it. It was walking at the edge of the road, heading toward the busy highway I'd just left, and my heart sank. I thought it was this dog:
This one is a neighbor's dog. She stays with me and my boys sometimes when her mom goes out of town. She's the only dog in the neighborhood that's turned out to roam on her own several times each day. That's always concerned me, but I tell myself it's none of my business.
Last night I made it my business. The minute I walked in the house, I called the neighbor. "Is Jelly Bean home?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "She's already in her bed."
Phew! I was relieved. I ate my dinner but was still worried about the black dog I'd seen on the busy road. I knew there was no safe way to go back and try to pick it up in that kind of traffic.
Half an hour later I checked Facebook. Because I have "liked" the FB page of the neighborhood veterinarian, posts on that page show up on my newsfeed. The first post I saw was this one, posted by a neighbor, obviously, but one I don't know:
This boy just roamed into my yard. He's very sweet, super skinny and limping. I can't keep him. Please share. I live in [name of area] and can be reached at [telephone number].
Way to go, Social Media!