Today Dustin and I were running errands. We were driving out of the parking lot of a big box store on the busiest street in our town. The parking lot funnels out onto this busy street via a stoplight and it was red as we approached it. Running off of said street and into the parking lot of said store was a little, red haired dachshund.
I saw the dog. I noted in my mind how funny dachshunds look when they’re running.
I said, “Look at that little wiener dog, Dust.”
I may or may not have said something about the high chances of it getting hit by a car. If I didn’t say it aloud, I thought it.
Dustin, approaching the red light, stopped far behind the other cars and opened his door.
He made a little kissy-squeaky noise with his lips and the dog stopped. He called to it. It looked at us for all of two seconds and then came trotting over to us. The light turned green. Dustin scooped up the dog, set it’s muddy feet on his lap, shut the door and drove away.
I looked around as all this was happening to see if we could identify some sort of owner. Maybe we should’ve waited longer or looked more, but there are no houses close by and there were no visible people. And, the light was green.
I was shocked. Who was the man sitting next to me? I was fairly certain it was my husband, but this was not typical Dustin behavior. As I thought all this, I stared at the dog. Me, who hasn’t wanted a dog, even a little bit.
“It’s a girl.” I observed.
“Yeah, it is.” Dustin replied.
This dog communicated with me during that minute I spent looking her over.
“She’s cute.” I commented. “And she seems really mellow.”
“Yeah, she is. And yes, she does.” Dustin replied.
We drove a block or so down the road and stopped where we were going to eat lunch at a little Thai restaurant. We sat in the parking lot, the little dog quietly sitting on Dustin’s lap, and stared at each other.
“Go in and get some food.” Dustin said.
“Are we getting take out? “ I replied. “I thought we were going in.”
We stared at each other more. We looked down at the dog. She licked my hand. She spoke to me in her doggie language.
“She’s cute.” I repeated.
“She is.” Dustin replied.
We sat there silently. We stared at each other again.
“How about we make something at home and come back here for dinner,” I said.
“Good idea,” Dustin confirmed.
We went home.
With a dachshund.
*I called the Humane Society and let them know that we found this dog. I described her and left my phone number and told where she was found. I also took her into the Animal Shelter and had her scanned for a microchip. They didn’t find one. I filled out a “Found” form and told them we’d like to care for her until someone calls to claim her. If someone calls to claim her. In their prayers tonight, my kids all prayed that no one would call. I kinda feel the same way.