I SMASHED A STRANGER’S CAR WINDOW TO SAVE A DOG — AND THEN SOMETHING COMPLETELY
Stormed toward me, his fury was palpable. His finger jabbed the air in my direction as he shouted, “What do you think you’re doing?” The crowd that had started to gather around us was tense, anticipation crackling in the oppressive heat. I held the dog in my arms, feeling her ribs heave as she tried to catch her breath.
I squared my shoulders, trying to remain calm. “Your dog was in distress,” I said firmly. “You left her in a hot car.” His anger was a storm, words tumbling out in a chaotic rage. “You had no right to touch my car! I’m calling the cops. You’re going to pay for this!” I stood my ground, the German Shepherd still clutched tightly against me. Her eyes met mine, and I could feel her fear melting into a quiet trust, a bond forged in the heat of crisis.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement. A woman from the crowd stepped forward, her expression one…
