EDIT: Click here for the latest on the dog, now named Amá, the Navajo word for mother. A HUGE HUGE thanks to SacPaws, For Paws Hospice, and Lisa Howard of the Sac Bee for helping make this happen!!
On my way to work every morning, I take a sort of convoluted back way in order to avoid two horrible left turn signals. This involves me cutting through a parking lot and onto a little-used road that’s essentially an access road. Since it’s out of the way, people for some reason like to dump trash alongside the road. If this weren’t bad enough, people often dump trash RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of the road, and I have to swerve to avoid couches and lumber and broken glass. SO irritating.
But this morning, a chilly, foggy, typical Sacramento-in-January morning, what I saw as I drove past the latest trash heap was enough to make me double back, and for the rest of the morning, feel guilty. In fact, there’s still a lingering feeling of guilt.
She was just sitting there very calmly, watching me intently, and shivering violently. I didn’t actually realize what I’d seen until I drove past her, and then I got to a wide spot in the road (visible in the background in the pic above) and turned around to get a better look.
If I’d had anything halfway good for lunch (as opposed to the baked yam I brought as an “I’m in a hurry so grab whatever’s in a container in the fridge” move) I would have given it to her. I wished so much I could have taken her home. But I knew I had an 11-hour day ahead of me, and what was I going to do, let her sit in the car the entire day? And plus, I know pit bulls can be nice dogs, but I have to admit that I’m leery of stray pitbulls when they’re by themselves (rather than with humans.) And I don’t need a dog anyway — I really really don’t.
So I kept trying to convince myself that maybe she was someone’s dog who got loose, or a stray just finding a comfortable place to hang out.
But she was shivering. And that stare…
I wonder where her puppies were.
I really, really hope someone didn’t dump her, leaving her with all of the other discarded things, the STUFF, on the side of a road. Because the thought that someone might have taken her puppies and cast her off with busted-up couches and old lawn furniture and other trash just makes me sick.
Sometimes I wonder how some people sleep at night.
EDIT: I DID call Animal Control. I didn’t call the first day because I was hoping she was just someone’s dog who got out, and I’d hate to see her end up in a shelter and euthanized. But she was there yesterday, so I called.
EDIT #2: She wasn’t there this morning (Friday Jan. 28th) but someone clearly saw her, since there was food left on the couch. Untouched. Here’s to hoping she went home or found a good home.