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In August of 1996, Tim and I were heading North into Longview, Tx on Hwy.149, when we spotted this cute little male Beagle. He was right on the east side and he looked lost. |
We were afraid he might run out into traffic. |
We pulled the car over and I coaxed him into the car. Luckily, he had a tag on his collar, with a phone number. |
We drove about a mile up to a gas station and I called the phone number. |
I got a hold of a man, he said he'd be right up to the gas station. He showed up about 5 minutes later. |
He told us the dog belonged to his son and he had no idea how the dog ended up on the highway. He said he lived right off the highway, though. |
He thanked me and until today I never really thought of the young boys Beagle again. |
So, a year later on Sept. 5, 1997 my husband was driving his weekly 200 miles back to our apartment, along the same route. He spotted a dead dog on the side of the highway, in the same spot we had rescued the Beagle. |
He slowed down to get a better look, which is very unusual for Tim, he always looks away when there is a corpse in the road, and sure enough there laid a sweet little beagle. |
We had rescued a dog and had put it back in an irresponsible owners hands. What is wrong with people?  Site Index
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