This is a police artist sketch of what I saw a week ago today.
I was driving down Larrabee road in Westbrook, when suddenly a yellow dog ran across the street in front of my car. The yellow dog had a large jar on it's head.It went off into the wooded area next to a side road not stopping. There were two motorcycles behind me, each with a passenger. In a panic, I pointed to the side of the road and then saw the motorcyclists looking and pointing to the dog as well. I was sooooo hoping these big motorcycle brutes would pull over and try to help the dog, but they didn't. (wimps)
A million things went through my mind. Should I have stopped and tried to help? But I'm not familiar with dogs and the dog might not have taken too kindly to me poking around in it's affairs.
Getting attacked by a dog was not on my list of things to do that Friday afternoon.
But it was creeping me out so much I couldn't stand it. I was practically in tears! I knew I had to do something.
A couple of miles down the road, in Westbrook, I knew where the police station was, so I stopped there, mentally checking the condition of my car to make sure there was nothing illegal about it first.
I talked to the receptionist and in a rather mild panic, told her what I saw. She said, "Oh dear, the animal control person just went home! You just missed him!" (4:15 pm? Really?)
"You'll have to call the dispatcher", she says.
Conveniently there was a phone on the wall right there with a very clear sign over it that said 'DISPATCHER'.
I picked it up and someone said, "Dispatcher".
I told my story again, still in a mild panic, imagining this poor dog running out of air or something. I told him I couldn't possibly go home seeing what I saw and not reporting it. I was almost sick to my stomach.
He took my info and thanked me. He told me they've been looking for this dog all day. I guess others have reported it. He was sending someone out.
Whew.
Now, I don't know the end of this story.
I've googled 'dog with jar on head in Westbrook' over several days, but found nothing. I don't know if that's good or bad. I'm hoping they helped the poor thing.
But I don't know, and I can't get it out of my mind.
Like a bad dream.
