Everyone told me not to get involved, but the dogs eyes begged for help. When I tried to intervene, the most unexpected thing happened.
The day was so blisteringly hot you could practically see the air wobbling. I was strolling down the street when an almost empty supermarket car park caught my eyespecifically, a silver car parked there.
As I got closer, I spotted a dog on the back seat, panting weakly, its fur drenched in sweat. The windows were shut tight, and there was no one aroundjust the poor thing, slumped on the seat, fading fast.
The dog didnt bark or growlit just suffered in silence. On the windscreen was a note: *”Back soon. If necessary, call.”* Below it, a phone number.
I called. On the second ring, a man answered.
*”Hello?”*
*”Excuse me, your dogs in the car and its passing out,”* I said, trying not to sound like a hysterical stranger.
*”Hold ondont interfere, its none of your business,”* he snapped before hanging up.
I nearly walked away, but then I looked at the dog again. Those pleading eyes locked onto mine, and I knew it was seconds from collapsing.
So, I did the only sensible thinggrabbed a rock, smashed the window, and pulled the dog out. I doused it with water, and slowly, its tail gave the tiniest wag.
*”Youre all right now, love,”* I murmured. *”Ive got you.”*
People started gatheringone brought a towel, another more water. And then, of course, the owner showed upand what he said left everyone gobsmacked.
When the cars owner arrived, his eyes went straight to the broken window, not the half-dead dog.
*”Who smashed my window? Do you even know how much that cost?”*
I stood up and said, plain as day, *”I did.”*
Instead of thanking me, he demanded I pay for the damage.
*”I dont get you, mate. I saved your dog, and this is how you react?”*
*”I told you not to help,”* he grumbled.
*”I paid for that window,”* he muttered before storming off, leaving the dog behind.
So, I took the dog home with me. From that day on, we were inseparableand I never let her out of my sight again.
