I am so smart.
People have no idea how smart I am; just precisely how much smartness is going on underneath my prettily kinked golden-brown locks and sweet, innocently dim yet infectious smile. But there is lots, peops; lots of smartness going on in there.
Do you want to hear an example of just how smart I am?
Well, here it is...
I am so smart that I just trudged 30 minutes in the rain - 15 minutes each way - to rescue a dog that possibly-but-incredibly-unlikely might have been abandoned sometime earlier today, which turned out to - surprise! - not actually have been abandoned after all.
See? Smart.
The dog in question was first spotted at around 12:45 this afternoon as I hobbled home from work.
It was of indeterminate breed with an attractive, intelligent looking face, a long bushy tail and sandy coloured fur; and the reason that I took extra notice of it than my usual "aw! cute!" was that it was barking quite determinedly and walking in circles around the post its lead had been tethered to.
Slowing to a stop, I looked at it and then around the general area. Nobody else seemed to be taking any notice of it. Seeing dogs tethered to posts and bench legs etc. is far from unusual in Kidderminster; people do it all the time, tying the lead around something solid while they pop into a shop so that the dog is safe while they are gone. All well and good. But...there have been adverts recently on television, posted by animal charities calling for donations, in which abandoned dogs feature heavily. And this dog seemed to be so...agitated.
I hovered for a moment or so, Then my brain stepped in. It reminded me of the commonness of dogs temporarily tethered to posts in the proximity of shops, and pointed out that the dog appeared to be healthy and well cared for.
I started to walk away, then looked back. The dog was still circling and barking. Nobody appeared to be coming to claim it.
The paranoid 'what if...' side of my nature started to prod at me again, but my brain was quick to shout it out, reminding me again of the tethering practice and the obvious well treatment of the dog, and pulling out the big guns, it also pointed out the facts of my aching feet and tired and muzzy head, and that the sausage baguette I had just purchased would only stay warm for a finite amount of time,
So, with that in mind, I walked away.
'It's probably just fed up waiting for its owner to emerge from a nearby shop,' I told myself, as I walked, convincing myself that I wasn't being selfish; 'and in any case, my own dog will be bursting for the toilet by now...'
All well and good. Until 7:03-PM this evening, when I opened the door to take Bingo for a walk to find it pouring with rain and as I ushered his - very reluctant - highness outside and started trudging the image of that barking, circling dog flashed into my mind, and stayed there.
What if my paranoid 'what if...' side had been right all along?
What it it was still there?
In the cold.
And the dark.
And the rain.
All alone...
Now, we all know exactly what I was going to be doing next, don't we?
Cutting Bingo's walk as short as possible - not that he complained; he was only too glad to get out of the rain and back into the warm, dry living room - I dried him off with a towel, gave him his dinner and then while he was still eating it, I set out for town with his lead still in my pocket.
All the way down there, I told myself I was being stupid. That the dog wasn't going to be there.
And of course it wasn't.
Because it hadn't been abandoned. Something that I would have known had I not been in such an 'oh I'm so tired and need to sit down and eat my lunch before it gets cold' funk and had actually waited for what probably would have been just a few minutes for the dog's owner to return.
.....So! That is how smart I am.
Yup. =nods=
Then on the way home I brought some chocolate.
Because a super smart intelligent person like me deserves chocolate. Right?
Right.
Yup. =nods=
Alice x
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