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!"
My heart racing, I quickly backed away from the storm drain, frantically searching for my phone to call 911. Bob continued to bark, adding to the chaos in my mind. I fumbled through my pockets, almost dropping my phone from the panic. Finally, I managed to dial the number, my fingers trembling. “Please, I need help!” I shouted into the receiver, trying to stay composed. The urgency in my voice was clear, reflecting the gravity of what Bob and I had just discovered.