Sorry Little Dog

I was driving down Blue River Parkway to go to a CDD meeting when I saw the little dog. It looked like Sassy in Mark Trail. The dog looked up at me and I made eye contact as I drove by.

Oh shit, I said. I kept on driving. But, I couldn't go on, thinking that the little pup had been dumped. When I got as far as Bruce Watkins, I turned around.

I went back to the turn out where I had seen the dog. It had wandered out of the woods and was getting a drink out of a pool of muddy water. I got out of my car.

When the door slammed, the pup looked up at me with all of the wiles of a dog who has evaded many a dog-catcher. It immediately broke for the woods in terror.

I called to it. Come here little dog. It's not bad being Jim's dog. It's all Johnson County vets and Iams Liver and Rice dog food. No mites, warm beds to sleep in and as much food as you can stand.

It was no good, though. The little dog never came out of the woods.

I got back into my car, relieved that I had done everything I could but sad that the little dog would not have a good life.

Dogs, people, you just can't make them do what they don't want to do.