OKC Pets Magazine Nov/Dec 2020

November/December 2020 • OKC Pets 17 I t was a good morning. I was up and out the door on time. Everything was perfectly on track. And then I saw her. At first, she was no more than a tiny shadow slipping in and out between the rays of sun peeking through the roadside trees. As I slowed my Jeep, I wasn’t really sure what I was seeing. A feral cat? A scrawny little raccoon? I finally got a clear look. It was an emaciated little dog. She trotted along the side of the road at a mechanical, steady clip. Her eyes darting furtively my way were the only sign that she even noticed the vehicle alongside her. This was a dog on her last leg. She needed help, and, suddenly, “on time” that morning meant that I was already at the right place at the right time instead of headed toward my goal of being on time for work. I grabbed my stash of dog treats and the slip lead I always have at the ready, stopped the car and hopped out to walk beside the dark little figure to see if I could forge a quick friendship. She, however, had no interest in getting to know me and quickly darted toward the ditch that led into an easement area thick with brush and trees. If she escaped into that cover, my chances of finding her again would be slim and meant certain demise for this poor creature. Failure was just not an option. It was time for plan B. I backed away until she felt secure in her determined path forward on the road once again. I hopped in my Jeep and drove about 50 feet ahead of her. Then I started placing a trail of dog food in her path, leading to my position behind my vehicle. Hope A Little A RESCUED DOG RECEIVES THE GIFT OF LOVE AND A HAPPY NEW BEGINNING STORY AND PHOTOS BY: Nancy Gallimore