Poor Little Guy

I am out of breath. I've been chasing a dog around downtown, trying to get him into a confined area so someone can capture him and take him to a vet. His tail is bleeding and has no fur left on it. There are drops of red in the snow where he has run by. We don't know what happened to him, if someone hurt him on purpose or a car hit him or what. He's just running, so I was running, and I couldn't catch him.

I had a leash someone had handed me, a blue one looped into a noose, so maybe I could toss it over his head and hold onto him until help arrived. I never got close enough. It just flipped around and the metal clasp rapped against my knuckles as I ran down the sidewalk, panting and looking down every alley. My lungs are still burning from the cold air.

Animal Control said they were already looking for him; they said they had his tail and just needed to find the rest of him. I don't really know what that means. Somebody said they saw him on East Street, so I walked there with one of the other people looking for him, but he wasn't there when we got there. I don't know where he is. I told Animal Control I saw him in Lockerbie Square.

I hope they catch him. I couldn't catch him.