Today, I am thankful for good Samaritan dog catchers.
It takes a village to raise children to be responsible citizens. It also takes a village to catch a very frightened stray dog who's running back and forth across the busy boulevard.
I learn that this is a special canine, a beautiful white Husky named Aleska. According to her owner, Aleska's three years old and blind. She was adopted yesterday.
S, T, M (our Air Force Academy cadet) and I joined the chase, a necessary detour on our way to Red Rock Canyon for a late afternoon climbing adventure. The rescue squad of at least a dozen people chase Aleska up and down the steep cement culvert then back and forth across the busy boulevard. Finally, she heads towards the elementary school field. There, S corners her against the chain link fence and grabs her collar.
Aleska, now leashed and under her owner's watchful eye, lies exhausted on the sidewalk, bloody paws and all. I give her a generous bowlful of T's water. The owner thanks everyone for their time and efforts. We wish Aleska a speedy recovery from her ordeal. She's a very lucky girl.
For this blessing, I am grateful.