Loving home, Mary Harris [best short books to read txt] 📗

It was my last day at work and I had hoped that I would be able to leave around lunchtime having said my farewells to my colleagues. It was not to be.
I eventually managed to leave and drive my usual route home . I spied a dog running in and out of the road some distance in front of me . A man slowed down and tooted his horn at the dog and he moved back to the side of the road. Then it was my turn.
I slowed down to look at the dog but with a lot of fast moving traffic behind me .I drove on noting as I passed him that he looked in a terrible state. Realising that I couldn’t handle the dog on my own, I sped home to my husband, changed my clothes, ready for perhaps a messy excursion into the bush, collected a towel,a dog box, some dog food and dog biscuits. I thought would be a fruitless journey as I was sure that if I found him .He would be dead
on the side of the road somewhere, then I realised my car was into my fuel reserve and if I was to chase a dog I had to get some fuel first. I asked a truck driver if he had seen a stray dog around.Negative, so I pushed on slowly in the direction of the hospital. No sign of him. Then suddenly, I saw a dog on the road ahead of us. It could be him and as I approached I recognised him . I had first seen on my way home from work. I pulled up in front of him and tried to coax him with a dog biscuit but he seemed wary of us. So much so that he continued to wander on and off the roadway with lots of traffic whizzing by, blasting their horns with no concern at all for us or the dog. A car pulled up on the opposite side of the road and I saw two of my friends ,my old lift club members with whom I had ridden with to work for some years and for the last time the previous day.One of my friends assessed the situation pretty quickly and wound down his driver’s window to call the dog at a suitable break in the traffic. The dog responded
to his call by rising up on his back legs wagging his tail. My friend opened his driver’s door and blowed me dow if he didn’t jump into the car .I immediately opened up the boot of my car to get the dog box ready to receive the poor animal. I dashed across the road and took the dog from him through his open driver’s window and dashed back across the road to put him securely in the dog box. I took the dog directly to the rescue centre . They took the dog out of the box and placed him in a quiet room to assess his health and demeanour.He was suffering from mange and had obviously been on the run for some time .He has been bathed and shaven.He was dipped every week to treat his mange, for which he had also received oral medication. He turned into a wonderful little chappie,
who had only one problem,because he needed a loving home to complete his rehabilitation. He was homed later.The transformation was complete. A successful rehabilitation. It really made one feel good to witness the transformation.

Publication Date: 02-15-2010

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