I burst into my apartment, with my dad and yelled to my mom, ” We saved a dog!”
My mom was sitting by the guinea pigs who had just come back from having surgery. One had a hernia, and the other had breast cancer. Anyway, my mom looked at my me and my dad and asked us, “What do mean? How did you save a dog?”
“We’ll tell you at dinner, I’m so hungry!” So we all sat down at the dinner table and I began to tell her the story:
“We were walking home from synagogue and we heard a bang! Dad and I looked back and we saw a big white dog running. Everyone on the street just stared and watched. I said to dad, ‘ we might have to take him home for a night. we at least need to help him.’ My dad agreed to help the dog, and we started walking down the street towards the dog. The big white, fluffy dog kept walking away from us, it was as if he knew we were trying to catch him.”
“So there we are walking on the streets of Brooklyn at 9 p.m., trying to catch a stray dog. Luckily a man who was walking his dog on the street, gave us the leash to his dog. This man’s name is Mr. Brown. We also met a woman whose name I don’t recall. So now the woman, dad, and I are trying to catch a dog, but the dog just kept walking.”
“‘Stop,’ I told them, and they did. So did the dog. Then, I slowly approached the dog, and she let me pet her. Now that this dog wasn’t running away from us, dad put the leash on her. And of course, now that we finally caught the dog, the dogs lies down and refuses to walk. Two men on the street told us the owner lives on Prospect Place, but it wasn’t much use because the dog wasn’t walking anyway.”
“The lady called 911, but they said they don’t handle situations like this, and told her to call 311, so she did. All 311 did was nothing, they put her on hold so she hung up.”
Finally, a miracle happens. A man walked right past us with a leash, but no dog, we looked at him, and he looked right back at us. Then he walked over to us and asked us if we had seen a white dog. The three of us pointed at our feet. ‘Oh thank G-d, bless you! Thank you so much!’ He bent down and pet her and gave her lots of hugs.
“‘What’s her name?’ I asked.”
“Leesha,’ he replied. He also explained how she got her name. It’s because she’s a Russian or Himalayan dog, I don’t really remember.The owner explained to me, dad, and the lady that Leesha has a leg problem. We told the owner that we think she got hit by a car and he got really nervous, he didn’t want to believe us, but I’m sure he did. He also got Leesha to walk. She had some trouble, but she did.”
“I was so happy, and dad and I didn’t even mind walking to Mr. Brown’s apartment building to return the leash, even though his leg hurt, and my toe hurt.”
“After returning the leash, we came home.”
Helping Leesha made me feel so good and heroic. I was so happy to be able there to help.