In early March of 2009 , I was driving toward an area known in Phoenix as the Biltmore to meet with some friends in a coffee shop. It was an unusually cold March morning for this area. The sky was overcast and rain was imminent.
As I turned onto a busy traffic corridor known as 24th Street and headed northbound , I noticed a small puppy sitting in the middle of the left southbound traffic lane in a puddle of it's own urine and bleeding profusely from the top of the head. Cars were backed up a quarter mile and one car at a time pulled around the dog to avoid hitting him.
I swerved into the center turn lane and put on the hazard lights. I cautiously walked out into the street and put up my hand signaling the drivers to stop completely while I removed the injured puppy from the road and restored the traffic flow. It was at that moment I made an interesting observation. Two Phoenix police passed right by in the northbound lane and did not stop. Perhaps Animal Care and Control had been dispatched, but I did not know.