I was picking the kids of from their father's house, yesterday evening and took a different route home than normal because I had to stop at the store. It's a 45mph road with one lane going each way and it's dark out but I saw something run across the road that could have been a possum, raccoon, or small dog, I couldn't tell from that distance. I held my breath, it looked like it was going to make it across but then, just as I was about to exhale, it turned around and ran right in front of a car. By this time we were all close enough to tell it was, in fact, a small dog. My kids shrieked in horror but I kept reassuring them that I saw the car go directly over the dog; it was tumbled around but didn't take a direct hit from any of the tires. The car that ran the dog over just kept on going so I pulled over. I tell the kids to stay in the car and I get out and cross the street but as I was getting closer to the dog, another car comes along. I held my hand out but the car didn't seem to be slowing down so I stepped out onto the road and was able to stop the on coming vehicle. I finally get to the dog who is trying to get up but can only seem to move one side and the lady in the car behind me realizes what I was doing. She thanked me, saying she would have ran it over because she didn't even see it. When I was able to get a hold of it, I picked it up and a second dog comes running out of no where darts across the road and almost gets hit by the car coming on the opposite side of the road. That gentleman stopped short and then asked me if I needed help and I just told him that I think I got it. Cradling the injured dog (Boston Terrier) with his buddy (Jack Russel Terrier) at my heels, I make my way back to the car and get them both secured and out of harms way.
Now, with my kids holding on to the dogs I sit in the driver seat thinking, 'Great! what do I do?' I called the Sheriff's dept to see if they can help me and they direct me to a number that is not in service. About to hit 411 again, my oldest suggests that we ask the three boys that are passing on bicycles. I rolled down my window and asked them if they knew of anyone missing dogs, and then I realize I am officially using the kidnapper's cliche. They had no idea but said they saw the two dogs earlier, running around a yard and offer to show me where it was. They ended up taking me to a few different houses with no success. I went back to the end of the street and just started knocking on doors, one by one. Only two people answered the door and they were apologetically of little help. After 4 houses on either side, I grew frustrated; as willing as my kids are to help, it's now going on 7:30 and they haven't eaten since lunch. I take the kids and the dogs home, set them up with some food (the kids) and finally get in touch with animal control. I give them the description of the dogs and they tell me to sit tight, someone will be there soon, to pick up the dogs. The mobile unit, en-route to my house, calls back to tell me that they think they have the owner on the line and is it okay to put him directly in touch with me; of course. I was under the impression that he knew his dog was hit by a car so I just blurt out his condition which seemed to upset him a bit, "He's alive and I am not a vet so I don't know. He can't move one side of his body." Anyway, I offer to bring the dogs to his house and he thanks me and gives me directions. As it turned out, had I knocked on the door that followed the house where I threw my hands up and gave up my pursuit, I would have found the owner
Now we are just waiting to hear from the owner to find out how little Bosco is doing. Cross your fingers!