I almost hit a little stray dog with my car today. I spent the next hour following him through the rain, heading him off from major roads and trying to get close enough to clip a leash to his busted collar. I managed to get within a couple feet after about half an hour of edging in on my knees with gentle talk, hand extended, but I didn’t want to make a grab in case I lost all my progress. He was such a sweetheart, but soaked and shivering and so, so terrified, and a passing car had him off and running again. A few people tried to help out, but they were chasing him, which only made him bolt faster. Eventually, I lost sight of him and had no way of knowing which side street he’d taken.
I think that if I’d only had some food to offer, I could’ve earned enough trust to get the leash on. I posted a picture to the local Craigslist lost and found, in case just knowing he was seen in that area helps someone find him, but I’m not optimistic. It is breaking my fucking heart to remember looking in his scared little eyes and trying to convince him that everything would be okay. I really hoped I could save this one— I’ve managed to catch and return four other runaways before— and it’s going to haunt me forever that I wasn’t able to help him.
Hey! I just saw your post and wanted to tell you my partner and I got this little guy safely to the vet last night. He was so scared and so fast! But he ran into a driveway that had no outlet and we were able to bundle him in a blanket and pick him up. If you do hear from his owner would you let me know or let them know he is now at the multnomah co shelter unless he had been picked up by his family.. If his family isn’t located they are supposed to call us.
I thought you’d want to know he is safe!