Yesterday was brutally hot when I spotted a German Shepherd locked in a car outside the supermarket—panting, dazed, and in serious distress. The windows were fogged, and the only “water” left for her was a sealed bottle.
I called the number on a note left on the windshield. The owner brushed me off: “It’s none of your business.” But it was. I smashed the window, pulled her out, and cooled her down.
When the angry owner arrived and called the police, they fined him for animal cruelty. The officers thanked me.
That dog? She’s safe with me now. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
