Yesterday was a high pain day for both hubby and I. He has chronic back pain and his hips are about done for. We had gone to the chiropractor to have work done to alleviate the worst of the pain. (No such thing...)
Anyway, we were on our way home driving on a back country road and right before a large farm, in the middle of the road, stood a woman looking distressed and evidently in need of help. We stopped and asked if we could assist her. She tearfully explained that a three-legged dog was in the farmer's field lying down. and she couldn't get him to stand up and come to her. He was wore out and much too tired to make it back on his feet without help.
I called to the dog and and hubby did also. The poor little guy shakily got to his feet and slowly tried to make his way to us, but fell down again before making it to the stone wall. Hubby climbed the wall and walked over to the dog. The little fella just looked at him with those big pleading eyes so hubby bent over and lifted him up. He carried him down the muddy field to where there was a gate, and we cut it lose in order for it to open. Hubby then carried the dog to the woman's car and laid him gently in the back, petting him so he would calm down and lay quietly.
The woman thanked us, smiling broadly, and then drove him home to his owner, whom had installed a lovely dog proof fence around his yard. Smile. We made sure to follow closely behind her to encourage the other dog, his partner in crime, to also make it home safe and sound. We then came home, hubby took a shower and passed out in his recliner. So much for the back work, but the look in that little dog's eyes said it all.
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