and though i wasn’t sure that it was a dog at first, as i drove past, the big black beauty lifted his (her?) head. he was laying there, like my charlie bear lays on the hardwood floor but this pup was in the turn lane of a busy highway. i couldn’t not stop, though it was dusk and i knew i couldn’t approach a strange (and wounded) dog. by the time i’d circled back, he had moved to the edge of the highway and had reunited with another, much smaller pup. i was glad he was up and glad he had a friend. i watched while they moved several times across the highway, many near misses, so close i shielded my eyes each time. finally, they made their way to the parallel road by the train tracks. they were much safer there. i wish i could have done something… anything. one thing i know. i couldn’t not turn my car around. couldn’t know that a dog was lying in the road, alone and scared. thankfully, regardless of the outcome, this big black baby was not alone. he was wandering with his small, sweet companion. i pray they made it home.