He charged at me, shouting, but I held the overheated German Shepherd close.
“Your dog was in distress,” I told him. “You left her in a hot car.”
He barked about his rights until a woman lifted her phone. “I’m calling animal control.” Others backed her up.
As the dog drank water from my hands, her panting eased. Then a small voice cut through the tension: “Daddy, you said dogs are family. We shouldn’t leave family in the car.”
The man’s rage gave way to shame. “I didn’t think it was that hot,” he muttered. “Thank you.”
By the time animal control arrived, the dog was safe—and the father reminded what love really means.
