The beautiful lab was looking out the back window at me, seeming desperate for someone to help him. How could anyone turn away from those gorgeous brown eyes? And how could anyone leave that sweet dog locked in that sweltering car while they shop in the Dollar General?
I went in the store to get my cashews, forgetting the dog. Focus, Sharon, focus- coffee and cashews, that's what you need, coffee and cashews.
When I came back out 10 minutes later the poor dog was still setting in the hot car. Many thoughts crossed my mind: Go in and tell the management. Go in and tell the owner you are with the Humane Society. Go in and knock that knuckle-head right in the nose! Do you not have one ounce of sense in your head???
But, Frank frowns on me getting involved when the animals aren't mine. And it tears my heart out. Who will take up for the Lab with the helpless eyes if I turn away? By now, I'm sitting in the car right next to him, watching. Should I just call the police? Does anyone besides me care about this animal?
Several people walk out of the store. And past the car. I start eating my cashews. There is no way I can just drive off. I also can't look away when an animal is stuck on a 3-foot chain, or when one shows up in my yard, emaciated and begging for food. They can't talk. They can't ask for help. But, somehow, they know I will do all I can. Just like this Lab knows I'm not going to let him die out there in that car.
Finally, after an eternity it seems, his owner shows up. She does have the courtesy to talk to him as she unlocks the car and calmly puts her bags in the trunk. I can't help but give her a hateful look. I can't help but notice she has an ice-cold Mt. Dew in her hand. The other hand doesn't have an ice-cold water for her dog.
Man- at times like this, I become Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, and all the others that take matters into their own hands. I would love to shove her in the backseat, roll up the windows and go inside for 30 minutes. Just as I would like to chain all those dog owners who put their animals on a chain with no companionship, no others to play with, just a prison sentence on a chain for life, in their own backyard for a week. Just as I would make those that don't feed their animals go without for three days, with only luke warm water to drink...
Maybe then, animals wouldn't suffer for human stupidity!
Sharon Raines has two books available: 'Through Mom's Eyes'at http://www.publishamerica.net/product27236.html and 'I'm still the cuckoo of this clock' http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/sharonraines You can also check me out on Twitter. http://twitter.com/ Franks1wife