This morning I was with Callie on our usual walk when I suddenly heard something coming up fast behind us. I turned and saw what I initially thought was a suicidal rabbit was actually a yorkshire terrier. The little guy came up to Callie, did two circles around her at warp speed and took off around the corner. I looked around and there was no owner in sight so I took off after the pup with Callie in tow.
Callie must have thought it was a game because she was in a full sprint with her tongue lolling out the side of her face.
We rounded a corner and I whistled. The little guy came up to Callie again and weaved in and out of her legs. I scooped the pup up and under my arm. He had a harness on but no collar or tags. Callie started jumping on me (which she never does) and I thought she wanted to say hi to the little guy so I crouched down. Suddenly Callie’s little lip curled back and I jumped up before she could chomp the terrier’s face. Callie goes to the dog park often and she’s very friendly with other dogs, she must have either had an issue with me carrying it or she thought it was a game and wanted to ‘catch’ the pup herself.
With Callie trying to clamor up my legs to grab what she probably thought was a new chew toy I walked back toward the direction I saw the terrier run from. About a block into it I heard a woman calling out a name so I followed the sound for awhile. Callie eventually figured out I wasn’t going to relinquish the dog to her and walked quietly beside me on her leash. After a block or two we ran into the woman who had lost the pup, apparently he had made a break for it when she was leaving for work that morning. He had only run out of the house a few minutes ago (that little guy ran like a rocket) so it wasn’t a long ordeal but still, I totally saved that guy from being road kill or lost forever. Returning animals to the owners is kind of amazing and I really do feel like a super hero.