18 May 2009

A dog's life

On my way home in driving rain yesterday afternoon, the traffic on the dual carriageway ahead of me suddenly started to slow and pull up. The car at the very front had its hazards on; another behind it was trying to overtake it. Both were going at a very slow pace.

As I pulled up behind I could see why.

There was a dog in the road.

This animal was ambling along at a canine canter, oblivious to the danger it was in. One by one the cars began to slow down. All it would have taken was one animal-hating lunatic - and they exist, certainly - and the poor creature would have been a goner but hey, the loony would have been home for his Sunday dinner on time.

Nobody seemed to know what to do, though this was probably dictated as much by the downpours as it was by the prospect of trying to befriend a stray dog and remove the danger to itself and the road users.

So instinct took hold of me and, despite wearing nothing on my top half other than a T-shirt, I stopped the car, flicked on the hazards and got out, running towards the dog. By now it was going to the central reservation - which was essentially a pavement in the middle of the road with no barrier. It was potentially five seconds from meeting its maker thanks to an undelayed vehicle coming the other way.

While getting bemused (and, I must say, grateful) looks from the drivers and passengers of the other stationary cars, I ran across the road and did the kissing noise that attracts animals to human attention. The dog turned round and I knew straightaway it was a stray or had been abandoned or got lost. It was a collie cross, scruffy and soaked but affable enough to come to me at the first signal.

Despite its hideous outer condition, and also not knowing how it would react, I instinctively picked it up and walked it back to the pavement, deliberately doing so along the road - I was like the traffic-calming man of the 1920s, except I was holding a dog instead of a flag - part of the way. This was because the pavement had railings against it and I had to find the end of the cordon before I could leave the road and join it.

Once on the pavement, I put the dog down. It didn't struggle or complain or get aggressive at any point. It didn't even seem scared, and I know a frightened dog when I see one. I then walked the safe way on the pavement, beckoning it along with me, so it couldn't just run out into the road again. We walked together until I got back to my car, then I leapt over the fence and drove off, with cars caught further back looking at me as if I was mad. They clearly were too far back to see why I'd got out of the car and briefly delayed their progress.

In my mirror I could see the pooch carry on, jauntily, and in the correct direction, at the mercy of the weather but enjoying the safety of the footpath.

I could have taken him to a police station but none are manned on my patch on a Sunday and plenty of people do let their dogs out on their own, knowing they'll come back again. This one shouldn't have been on the road, but its weight and docile nature suggested to me it was used to human attention and therefore wasn't sleeping rough and scavenging, and therefore less likely to be more self-protective. And I couldn't have taken it home as the Bassets would never have allowed it into their kennel.

I hope I did the right thing in just letting it wander back to where it came from. I'm still not sure, but at least I was prepared to get soaked to the bone in order to make sure some bastard didn't run over it.


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Matthew Rudd said...

I can't tell you, ISBW. I expect this is what it was like for everyone who came across the Littlest Hobo.

A Write Blog said...

Your act will have provided a stepping stone. That's the best you could have done.

If you'd kept the dog or attempted to do more it would have set a precedent and made it more difficult to repeat the action should you ever come across a similar situation again.

Helping people, or in this case an animal, is as much about knowing when to back off as the actual help.