Saving Jolene
True story. Entering the home stretch of a leisurely bike ride this very crisp, sunny afternoon, I passed a young woman who cried out to me "Can you help me, please?" I immediately braked and asked her what to do, suddenly filled with a sense of urgency and a strong desire to do good.
Her little dog had run away from her, and had headed up the block -- a brown chihuahua named Jolene. I took off on a tear, asking anyone I saw if they had seen it...at every intersection it seems to have made yet another turn, and to have covered yet another block - first a left on Rivington, then another left on Clinton, then a right on Stanton, then onto Attorney street, where a group of 3 men with their own little dog assured me that nothing had passed their way.
I doubled back, saw the girl again, circled the block, and then stopped to ask a Puerto Rican couple with a pitbull and a second, chihuahua looking dog. They immediately offered up that this was, indeed, the dog I was looking for. When another guy showed up and confirmed that it was, indeed the Jolene in question, and that she belonged to so and so at Foley and Corrina, we all marched the three blocks, a motley procession of do-gooders in search of a happy ending (no cynical chuckles, please).
The owner was truly overjoyed, and several teary embraces later, we all parted ways, good citizens with a happy story to tell and a pleasant, warm feeling in our hearts.
Her little dog had run away from her, and had headed up the block -- a brown chihuahua named Jolene. I took off on a tear, asking anyone I saw if they had seen it...at every intersection it seems to have made yet another turn, and to have covered yet another block - first a left on Rivington, then another left on Clinton, then a right on Stanton, then onto Attorney street, where a group of 3 men with their own little dog assured me that nothing had passed their way.
I doubled back, saw the girl again, circled the block, and then stopped to ask a Puerto Rican couple with a pitbull and a second, chihuahua looking dog. They immediately offered up that this was, indeed, the dog I was looking for. When another guy showed up and confirmed that it was, indeed the Jolene in question, and that she belonged to so and so at Foley and Corrina, we all marched the three blocks, a motley procession of do-gooders in search of a happy ending (no cynical chuckles, please).
The owner was truly overjoyed, and several teary embraces later, we all parted ways, good citizens with a happy story to tell and a pleasant, warm feeling in our hearts.
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