OMG puppies

This morning while driving to the gym I came around a big blind curve to find a doggie walking towards me on my side of the road. Braked like a maniac and did a little swerve to avoid the poor baby. It was a gorgeous golden retriever, and I noticed a collar with a tag on it. When I reached a place where I could turn around, I did so immediately (my thought: saving a doggy is much more important than making it to boxing on time) to go back and see if I could coax the doggy into my car and then deliver him/her safe and sound back home. I got back to the spot where he/she was literally what must've been less than a minute later, and she/he was nowhere to be found. I drove up the road a little more and still couldn't find him/her, so I eventually turned around and made my way to the gym, hoping that someone else found the doggy and get her/him home. The area on both sides of the road were covered in golden/brown leaves, so from the road it might've been hard to spot a golden.

I got home from work tonight to find that we had suddenly accumulated a large number of doggy toys. I went to say goodnight to my mommy and asked where they came from, and she told me someone my daddy works with had a dog die. When daddy got home he told me how a customer's dog had an asthma attack (or something similar) and when they brought it to the vet the vet told them that they would shortly have to put their dog down. They told the vet that they were prepared now, and the vet agreed it would probably be for the best. Though prepared, they were definitely not expecting to have to do this at that very time, so it was really hard for them. He came into daddy's work today with a box full of toys saying, 'I know you all have labs. Take it, I can't stand to see it around the house.' While my doggies are grateful for their change in luck, I can't imagine how hard it must be for that man and his family.

Daddy is known for bringing home dogs he sees on the side of the road, and going up and down roads stopping at house after house asking if anyone lost a dog or knows the dog. Even when we are on vacation, he does it. I really wish that I could've helped the doggy today, because then I would know that he/she was safe and sound, instead of still wondering if she/he made it home and that her/his family knows that their beloved pet is alright.

Moral of today's story: I love my doggies so much, and I can't imagine how hard it will be when (hopefully not too soon, but its coming) Camper or Twinkie are gone, or if anything happened to Bisby. They are a huge part of our family, and everyone will be devastated.