Yesterday at noon. I was at the supermarket minding my own business. When I got out to the parking lot, right next to my car there was this brand-new looking Jeepeta, with all the windows rolled up, under the searing noon sun...and this
little dog inside. The poor thing was obviously dying from the heat and dehydration. I guess it must have been at least 60 o 65 degrees celcius inside that vehicle. I went back in the supermarket and explained the situation to the customer care people, who then proceeded to call the vehicle's owner through the loudspeakers. I went back to watch the dog and something like 10 minutes later I returned to customer care to ask what had happened with the owner, as I could see the little pet was almost giving up. The customer care person said the owner showed up at the desk and said that it was his dog and it was nobody's business what he did to it. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. In a sudden attack of rage, I went back to my car, took this
old break pad I had in my trunk (as you do), and proceeded to scratch the hell out of the jeepeta's side. I told the guachiman to write down my phone number and give it to the owner when he returned, and to tell him that I would gladly pay for the paint job if he endured 20 minutes in the same conditions the dog was at the moment (trapped inside a car under the sun). For a moment I thought about breaking the window to relieve the dog, but then the dog would have escaped and probably died anyway, thus defeating the purpose of my action. I then left to expect the call, which I'm still expecting. I couldn't just stay there and watch the dog die. Maybe the dog died, and I don't think the owner cared one bit. But I'm sure he learned a lesson he will never forget.