Swinging my legs carelessly on the porch, I saw him first. Head bowed, he turned the corner hopping about. From my vantage point, I saw he was in pain and needed assistance.
Should I help him out? Would a parent or a neighbor stop me? Better yet, would they immediately think I had something to do with his injury?
The pained expression affixed on his face said it all. I bounded down the steps to the end of the block. He collapsed on the lawn of my best friend. Gasping for air, I bent over the injured pup and said softly, "It's okay, pal, I'm going to take care of you."