Chester... the Little Jack Russell

Total spin in my day... quietly minding my own business in my own backyard, reading, when I feel something sniffing at my leg and I look down to see a cute Jack Russell dog at my feet.
"hello, who do you belong to?" I ask expecting an answer...

Door knocking at the neighbours, nobody owns him, nobody cares. This little guy was running all over the road and as I live on the crest of a very big hill with cars flying over, panic set in for me about this little guy. He was friendly enough to coax him into my backyard that has no side gate. What was I to do? He wasn't a young dog, he had a collar but no ID.... surely he was chipped. I had to call the pound. I HATE DOING CALLS LIKE THAT. This was someone's beloved pet and now they were going to have to bail him out to bring him home. But that wasn't as awful as having this dog get hit by a flying-over-the-hill car.

*light bulb moment*

Remembered my neighbour was home on holidays from work and owned a Staffy named Kobe, so called him up and asked him to bring over a dog leash to keep the Jack Russell in one spot.  How long was I going to sit here for keeping this shaking dog calm? I gave him some water and we sat and had a chat...
"Don't fall in love with me little doggy, you can't stay here"
The more he kept looking at me with those brown eyes the more I wanted to keep him.

Damn it! The Ranger's car just flew past my house. How the hell do you find a wandering Jack Russell driving that fast up the road? [See what I mean about flying cars?]
My neighbour Michael ran after the Ranger's car to flag her down. The little dog was obviously not used to a leash and was fighting it to get free. All I wanted to do was go inside to my air-conditioned home and keep reading my book, but NOOOOOOO, I had to be a bloody good samaritan. Sheesh!

The Ranger Lady came and scanned little Jack Russell and we found out his name is Chester who lives one street over. Sounds close but it's not. Where I live the next street over is about a 15 minute walk down and up hills, not to mention along a main road. So the Ranger said she was taking him home. I hope the owners are home so he doesn't go to the pound. It breaks my heart to know that any animal is in a pound.

What a great country I live in. A country that looks after the welfare of Animals, Elderly people and underprivileged kids... if only we could do something about our Hospital system....
We really are 'The Lucky Country'