[rottnpagan]

My female Rottweiler was so excited to go in the car, she bolted out the door, and ripped the lead out of my hand. I stumbled down the stairs, trying not to fall. My 3 year old son was in the car, and we were on the way to pick up my 6 year old at school.

I ran down the street after her, but her four legs against my two, it was no match. She was gone.

I jumped in my van, panicking. I zoomed up to the school, breaking several traffic laws... grabbed my son, and took off, praying that she was still alive and safe, and that I'd be able to catch her.

Up and down streets I drove, calling out her name.

"Java!! Java! Come on girl!! Let's go in the car!"

Nothing.

Sobbing now, I keep looking. I glance to the left as I went down one street. I see a man, pumping oil into an outside oiltank at an apartment building. He's holding a dog on a leash. I spin around and pull in the driveway. Jumping out of my car, I run up to him, tears streaming down my face.

'Oh my God, that's my dog!! Thank you so much!!"

He turns around, holding her in one hand and his cell phone in the other.

"Thank God," he said. "I wasn't sure how I was gonna get her up in the truck!"

After many thank you's, I loaded her into the car, and off we went.

I called the company, Discount Fuels in Halifax, NS, and told the man's boss what a great guy he was. His boss was quite impressed as well.

So thank you, Scott!