For the past week, every walk with my dog, Bob, came with an unexpected pause by the storm drain a few blocks from home. Bob would stop, whine, and refuse to budge until I tugged him away. I thought nothing of it at first—dogs are curious, after all. But yesterday, curiosity got the better of me after it was like the 10th time Bob stopped at that exact drain. Bob barked frantically, as if urging me to act fast. I leaned down and looked inside, and my heart nearly stopped at seeing what was inside...
Then I screamed, "someone, call 911! Hurry up!"