I was leaving Kristy's house to go back home. I usually just hop onto the 215 and head to the Green Valley area, but about three blocks from the entrance of the freeway, I saw a dog running along the sidewalk in my rearview mirror. I know that some owners actually trust their dogs enough to stay by them without a leash, but this dog (a husky mix I believe) was running alone. I could a collar around the dog's neck, so in the back of my mind I'm thinking that it at least has a home.

The dog, luckily stayed with the sidewalk and turned right, but I was on the far left lane and going straight. Within one minute, I had a crazy debate going on inside my head.

I had seen strays and runaway dogs before, but I was never in a position to help them. So here I was driving toward the freeway, thinking if I should find this dog and help him/her find the owner. Back in September, I adopted a three-legged Chihuahua from a shelter. She had been horribly abused, and she was afraid of everyone; however, she took a liking to me. Since then, I've been more sensitive to the safety of the animals of our city.

Part of me (which I am almost ashamed to admit), just wanted to drive off like everyone else. I'm sure others saw the dog, and decided not to help it. I finally snapped out of it a block later. I turned around and started driving down the street I saw the dog take off in. It had crossed the street, but a blue car stopped by and picked him/her up. The dog seemed to trust them, so I assumed the owners found their lost pet.

So I made another U-turn and headed toward the freeway. It was a strange feeling, but a liberating one. I was thankful that I was assured that the dog was now truly safe. I felt bad that I initially wanted to drive off, but proud that I made a spontaneous decision to see that the dog was safe. I know that if I kept going straight and hopped on the freeway, that gutting feeling would be eating away at me, wondering what could have happened to that poor dog. But thankfully, I'm glad I found out that result.