last week i was trying to get out the door in order to make it to yoga on time, but i kept having to do "one more thing." i am kind of one of those people anyway, but it was really bad that day. i kept forgetting stuff (you know, like my YOGA MAT. idiot.) and running back to some room in the house before finally making it into my car. i was getting pretty close on time by that point, so i just hoped that the traffic lights would be kind to me.
i was only about one-third of the way there when i approached a red light. curses! as i started to slow down, i noticed a precious pit bull puppy near the sidewalk, sniffing some bushes in a front yard. she was on the corner of a relatively busy intersection. i’ve already discussed my feelings about off-leash dogs, so i won’t get into it again, but let it suffice to say that i immediately started craning my neck all around, looking for a person that might be "with" her. i had this moment where i was afraid of being a busybody, and i was really running late, but at the same time i was quite concerned about her. she was so little, and it was a busy street at rush hour. plus, pit bull puppy! love!
of course i dramatically pulled over and parked around the corner. heh. when i approached her, she wagged her tail and let me pet her. she was only 3 months old, maybe 4 months, and completely adorable–brindle with a white blaze on her nose. she had a collar, but no tag. she seemed very friendly, but she was slightly wary of me. i petted her for a bit, and then she decided to play by scampering across the yard. i followed her, pet her, and then she scampered again. i couldn’t see anyone outside that she might belong to. i wasn’t really sure what to do; part of me wanted to just scoop her up and put her in the car, but i wasn’t sure of my plan beyond that, so i just kept interacting with her and trying to keep her off the street. at one point she chased some litter down the sidewalk and that freaked me out, so i decided i’d better take some kind of action.
the house on the corner had open windows and doors and i could hear people inside, so i decided to give them a try. at this point the puppy was in the front yard, close to the house, so i kept her in my sight and knocked on the door. someone said "hello?" and leaned forward to look at me through the screen. i felt like a crazy person, in my yoga pants and tank top, randomly knocking on doors. i said, "there’s a puppy in your yard, i was wondering if you know where she belongs?" immediately, the guy jumped off the couch, said "what??" and came hurrying to the door. i said, "there’s a pit bull pup out here, do you know where she lives?" and he said, "yes!" at this point, the puppy saw him, and ran over. the guy (i think a college student) seemed so relieved that my original crabbiness dissipated. he said, "bella! oh my goodness!" and scooped her right up.
he looked totally bewildered and said that she had been in the backyard, which was fenced off. he was really happy that i noticed her and that she was okay–he thanked me like five times. i said i was really glad she was safe, and then i scritched her little cheeks and told her to stay home like a good girl.
pit bull puppies make me stop worrying about being late for yoga, is what i’m saying.