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Edmonds dog day out | Letter to the Editor


Last updated 5/30/2020 at 10:27am

Unknown to me our 1-½-year-old, 65-pound dog bolted from our front door Wednesday.

My teen ran after him as he ran around our cul-de-sac. A frantic phone call came shortly thereafter with one word, his name: "Bear."

Without pause (no shoes, no collar, no phone) I too went on the run to round up our rowdy pup. At street level, there was no sign of dog nor teen. Calling out several times, an answer came from the end of our neighborhood. With no time to idle, our canine ran past me (I could swear there was a smile on his face) heading for a busy street in Edmonds: 100th.

The chase ensued, and I only managed a split second "cut him off at the pass" maneuver with arms spread wide to cause Bear to hit the sidewalk instead of the more trafficked street. Still at full speed and with glances back to see if anyone gave chase he ran full bore an entire block.

Too long of a block ... it seemed like a mile. I'm not a runner, not ready for a full-speed race, and was quickly losing this one.

At the end of the block, he hooked a right, me losing sight of him. All the while praying he wouldn't get hit by a car, using my arms in a pumping-to-slow-down motion for vehicles when possible. After turning the block and losing speed, I was relieved to see he, too, was not ready for a marathon and had come to a stop on the side of the road, tongue hanging out.

I sat, gasping for air when Bear finally approached. I grabbed him and hung on.

To the point of my story: I now realized I was stuck. No leash, phone, nor muscle to lift this guy. Let's just say on walks Bear knows when to pitch a tent when the direction changes to head home so getting him to walk back was already proving to be a "no I don't want to head that way right now."

To my amazement, our postperson was driving by and saw what was occurring. She stopped, got out, and asked if she could help. At the same moment, my teen rounded the corner and went home to get a leash and assistance. I replied to our postperson we were OK and was entirely grateful for the offer since previously I had no idea my teen had seen me make the sprint, nor what the next step was going to be.

Underneath, I was still unsure how to tow our unwilling dog back to the house but figured there was some time to think while waiting for the leash.

A second vehicle stopped. A gentleman emerged asking if I needed a leash. I explained my daughter had run home to grab one. He reached in his vehicle and removed what appeared to be a brand new leash.

He attached the leash to my dog allowing me to relinquish my awkward hold on Bear. I thanked him profusely, so grateful for the kindness. I asked if he lived in Edmonds and got a "yes." Could I return the leash? Replace the leash?: "No need." He returned to his vehicle and headed on his way.

So a simple shout out to our community for care and kindness!

Thank you for getting involved and stopping. I want you to know how much those actions meant to my family. We love Bear, and would not want any harm to come to him.

Bear is spunky, has a sense of humor, and is an amazing family pet. Yes, there is a continued need for further training. And, yes, it took my husband in a car moments later to assist a happy, tired Bear back home – safe and sound to a happy family.

We will donate the leash to animals in need.

My heart is full. Edmonds is a great place to be.

Renee Jones



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