As I drove down our quiet suburban street on my way to work this morning, I saw a woman in a pickup truck pull into a neighbor’s driveway. She stepped out of the truck and stepped toward a small black dog that had been running in that direction. The dog immediately changed direction and started running toward me. Ah, I recognize that situation. I’ve found myself doing the same (though with a much larger dog). Copper (my dog) would go to anyone else but me. I thought perhaps the same would be true of this rodent-size dog and I stopped my car to assist. I kneeled and called the dog. He darted off the other way, running into the street to go around the pickup truck. It hadn’t worked, but now I was determined to help.<\/p>\n
I followed the pickup truck to the next round-up location. The same thing happened — the dog only ran from me further down the street. At the next stop, I went past the pick-up truck to assure that I would scare the dog back toward our safe suburban neighborhood and away from the major street we were approaching. Again, my plan backfired. As I tried to corner the dog, he dashed past me across a church lawn toward the major road.<\/p>\n
I did not<\/em> want to be responsible for causing this dog to run into the street, so I tried to head him off and corral him back toward safety. That little dog was fast! Sprinting, I was only slightly faster than he. We were both running toward the road. I shifted my course to force him away from the road. I then learned that dogs, particularly little dogs, can stop much faster than a sprinting man. He stopped, and as I tried to do the same without sliding across the grass, he took the opportunity to dash across four lanes of traffic. Thankfully, the cars stopped. I waved my thanks as I followed at full speed.<\/p>\n That crazy dog was heading for the onramp. I was determined to stop him. Just before he crossed into traffic again, I dove (in my dress clothes) and grabbed his back. He nipped at me and I withdrew my hand, but then I grabbed at his collar. He twisted and bit my hand, but now we were both stopped and I was within reaching distance.<\/p>\n Now, this is the part where I’m supposed to pick up the dog and bring him safely back to his owner. However, I hadn’t fully thought through this part of the capture. I’ve caught my dog before. I grab his collar and lead him back home. He never<\/em> bites. I’ve caught my cat before. I grab him by the back of his neck and he limply accedes. But I had no idea how to grab this I walked back toward my car and stopped by the pickup truck to apologize for running her dog to his likely death. She didn’t seem too upset; I wonder why. When I finally got back to my car, I drove up that same onramp to get to work. I didn’t see any recent roadkill, so he might actually have made it alive.<\/p>\n It took me a long time to recover from that sprint. Perhaps this was payment for skipping my jog this morning to get to work early. Now I’ve got grass stains on my work pants and a couple of dog bites to show for it, and I still didn’t get there any earlier.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As I drove down our quiet suburban street on my way to work this morning, I saw a woman in a pickup truck pull into a neighbor’s driveway. She stepped out of the truck and stepped toward a small black dog that had been running in that direction. The dog immediately changed direction and started […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-83","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-geek"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=83"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":302,"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83\/revisions\/302"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=83"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=83"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeremystein.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=83"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}rodent<\/s> dog without further damage to my person. After a few seconds of standstill with him lying on his back prepared to defend himself and I leaning over him contemplating my next move, I decided to act. I grabbed his collar, intending to lift him much like I’d lift my cat (though my cat is larger). He gave me a nasty little bite on my arm and dashed into traffic heading up the onramp. I stood up and felt my knees buckle under me. There is no way I could catch him again.<\/p>\n