I was just a couple miles from home when I passed a dog laying stiffly on his side.
He was in the grass next to the road, just feet from the traffic lane. And having spent the better part of my life around dogs, his complete lack of movement so close to the roadway could only suggest one thing.
I rode on, wishing there was something I could do. But I’d only gone about a block when that little voice in my head started nagging at me. And I asked myself, WWWCD?
As in, what would Will Campbell do?
So I rode back, and my initial observations confirmed the initial diagnosis of le chien mort.
Then I saw his tail move just a bit.
I started speaking in a low, soothing voice, hoping I could get close enough to read the tag on his collar. As I spoke, an eye opened. Then slowly, agonizingly, he turned his head to look at me, his body still stiff and unmoving.
Encouraged, I spoke a little more, as I tried to figure out how I could get him to a vet.
“Good boy. Are you okay, boy? Can you get up? Huh? Can you boy?”
Slowly, his front legs stirred underneath him, and he rose slightly to lift his upper body. Yet my heart broke as his back legs didn’t so much as twitch.
As I continued to speak softly, he barked once to answer me. At first, it seemed like a canine version of a Monty Python routine, as he bravely insisted he still had some life in him.
But then he barked again. And again. And he kept barking, seeming to get more and more annoyed each time I spoke.
And that’s when the door opened behind me, and a voice called him by name, saying “shut up out there!”
I turned to see a middle-aged man in a wife beater and suspenders, who seemed every bit as annoyed as his dog now was. I explained that I’d seen the dog laying next to the street, and was worried that he’d been hit by a car.
“No,” the man said, “he’s just lazy. He’s working on his tan.”
So I offered my apologies to both man and dog. Got back on my bike.
And rode off with my tail between my legs.
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