Today I have a broken heart. Yesterday I was in my kitchen baking cookies for my neighbors when I heard Pixie growling/barking out the window. She is very territorial when it comes to her yard. She does not like anyone/thing to walk by. Well, I look out the window to see, and there he was. A pitiful black medium sized mixed dog. I could see every bone in his body. He could barely walk because his hips were hunched over. I panicked. I freaked out. I cried. When I came to I went outside to feed him, and he was gone. Walking down the street just a wagging his tail. I called to him, but he never even acknowledged me. I was too late. I feel extremely guilty, but maybe it was a blessing. He could have been sick or mean (doubt that). I could have gotten attached, and then lost him? Who knows? Because of my contributions to organizations like the ASPCA, World Wildlife Federation, and the Atlanta Humane Society I get emails daily with pictures of mistreated and starving animals. But to see it first hand in my front yard? It tore me up. I didn’t call the police because they would have taken him to the shelter which euthanizes…I just couldn’t do that. That pup taught me a lesson though. Even when I feel like I have been dealt the worst hand and at the end of my rope, I should still wag my tail. Isn’t that just a like a dog? To be near death because of starvation and still just happily walking down the road wagging his tail. We should all be more like dogs.