This morning on my way to church – early as usual – I saw this large dog running down the middle of a busy street – actually chasing cars right ahead of me. I was concerned that cars would not be able to stop with the wet road (it was raining), and this dog would be hit. So, I turned on my hazards and called the dog. It jumped into my backseat. I drove to the next major intersection and sat. For the next 45 minutes I waited for either the police or animal control (one or the other was promised) to come and take this very wet dog out of my car and help find its owners – no one arrived. Finally, I drove back to the area I picked up the dog and drove up and down the side streets hoping to find someone looking for this lovely long-haired dog. It was a sweet dog, who I’m guessing, has eaten White Castle hamburgers before, because when I drove into the White Castle parking lot to turn around, this dog was looking over my shoulder drooling onto my arm. I finally found this dog’s collar (no tags) and a chain in a McDonald’s parking lot a few blocks from when I found her. It had obviously been dragged through wet grass.
Finally, I had to tie this dog to a fence in the nearest residential area to the McDonald’s to get to church on time. I did go back a few hours later and the dog was gone. I can only hope that its owners found her and took her home.
So, smelling a lot like a wet dog myself by the time I got to church, I enjoyed the special peace and justice service. When it was over, a friend of mine and I got a bite to eat, went to an art opening, then sat in The Bread Company for three hours playing canasta. By the time we finished the tie-breaker round (I won that game by just 30 points), we arrived just in time to be late going into church again.
Our church had a new pipe organ custom built and tonight was the dedicatory service. The place was packed and it was a lovely service.
So, I’m home after a very long day. Tired, but happy to have my own dog peacefully sleeping with her head on my lap.