Do you ever feel like you were meant to be somewhere?

I was headed out of town and for some reason headed in the wrong direction. (I'm going that way tomorrow). While mindlessly proceeding in the wrong direction, I came over a hill and there's this big beautiful golden retriever running down the road in BETWEEN the two lanes of busy traffic. I have a sports car, so he was pretty much eye level with me. I swear I saw "help!" in his eyes.

I pulled a quick U-turn, put the flashers on, stopped in the middle of the lane so no one could move, and called him over. Thankfully he came to me. I grabbed his collar through my window and a guy in a big recycling truck that was behind me came out and grabbed him, while I pulled over. Then another lady joined us.

He had a number on his collar, but no one was home. What to do? He also had a rabies tag that had a vet on it, so I called there and they tracked his owner through the serial number on the rabies tag (make sure your dogs wear these - they have multiple uses!). They had a cell number for the owner, but no answer there either. So the vet said to bring him there and they'd keep him until they could find the owner.

Tonight the owner called and thanked me profusely for rescuing Rudy. He made it home safely. Whew!

It amazed me how many people just kept on going. They had to know he would have gotten hit. There was a hill on both sides and people barrel over them. Kinda reminds us that we need to get involved sometimes! If you don't, who will?