My parents flew in from DC last weekend to spend some quality time with their grandpups! And although there were plenty of heartwarming moments with the four-legged furballs, Lucy & Beamer, my favorite moment by far was more cold-blooded in nature.
While driving my parents back from a long day out in downtown KC, the three of us spotted a turtle on the side of the road. Being one block from the apartment, I quickly pulled over and let my parents out while I parked the car. By the time I caught up with them, operation help the turtle cross the road was well under way.
We were pretty sure the turtle was trying to reach the creek at the bottom of the hill.
After helping the turtle to safety, I was eager to tell Ryan about how my parents jumped out of the car to save a turtle. “Now you know where I get it from,” I told him with a smile. Ryan knows all too well about jumping out of cars to help animals.
It was not too long ago when I made him stop the car to try to help a stray dog running through a busy street. I remember telling him “I know you’re not going to like this, but you know I have to do this. Stop the car and let me out.” It was after dark in a fairly unsafe part of town, but he let me out anyways and anxiously watched as I tried to coax the dog towards me. Thankfully, that pup eventually led us to her backyard, and all was well in the world again.
I know I’m not the only one out there who will automatically stop whatever they’re doing to help an animal in distress. For some of us, it is instinctive and for others it is unreasonable. Ryan learned this about me when we spotted a mangy mutt running across Main Street late one night during my first visit to KC. It was early on in our relationship, so I remember saying something to him like “Please don’t think I’m crazy, but we have to follow that dog!”
I don’t know exactly what ran through Ryan’s mind when I blurted out this demand (because let’s face it, it was a demand not a request). Or when he watched me do my best impression of a playful puppy in the middle of Main St. But he stayed with me until we eventually caught the lost dog, some sixty minutes and several blocks later. And nearly an hour after that, sometime after midnight, we returned Lola to her loving owner.
So, Ryan probably wasn’t surprised when he heard that one of the first things my parents did after arriving in KC was help a turtle cross the road. As he put it, “some things just run in the family.”