A terrible night

My initial thoughts had been to let Sippi go when I first found her simply so she wasn't suffering on the side of the road. Now, money and time later, I brought her to my house. I have an extra large crate that was used with my big dog when he was still a very big puppy. So that became Sippi's new abode.

I kept vascillating what to do. I put out some feelers with rescue groups that might could take her. No luck. I waited several days while a volunteer for one local group tried to reach someone that could help. Nothing came through. In fact, I feel pretty positive they didn't contact her back.

It was a Wednesday night. The sun had already set and the rural road was dark as I drove home. I put in a call to the vet with whom I'd already spoken and was aware of the situation. The tech on the phone informed me that she was having a really busy night so she wasn't sure if the vet would call back.

As I was driving, teary eyed but resigned to suck it up and do it, a little dog came bounding along side the road. There was a car behind me and one coming toward me. I started to put my foot on the break. The little pup hopped playfully right into the road, in front of my car, and there was nothing I could do. My left front tire bumped right over him. I was horrified. I had to turn around and find the owner.

The little guy had gotten out of his pen and followed someone across the road. No one knew he was loose. He was on his way back home. I wondered about the karma of the situation. I was worried my phone would ring while I talked to the family. It didn't. The vet didn't call the next day either. I chickened out.