He carried the dog carefully back to the patrol car.
Over the years, the back seat of the cruiser had carried its share of unusual passengers — suspects, witnesses, and once even a raccoon someone needed help relocating.
But tonight, it would carry something very different.
Greg placed the terrier gently onto a blanket from the trunk.
“You’re heading somewhere warm,” he said softly.
The dog blinked slowly up at him.
For the first time since he’d found it, its breathing had begun to steady.
The Call for Help
Greg climbed back into the driver’s seat and picked up the radio.
“Dispatch, I need animal rescue.”
“Location?” the voice crackled back.
Greg glanced into the rearview mirror.
The terrier rested quietly now, wrapped in his jacket.
“Found a small terrier,” Greg said softly. “Looks like he’s had a long night.”
Dispatch responded immediately.
A rescue volunteer was already on the way.
