She Ran in Front of My Car, Wanting Help After Being Kicked Out of Her House In The Pouring Rain

She Ran in Front of My Car, Wanting Help After Being Kicked Out of Her House In The Pouring Rain It was a dreary afternoon, the sky was grey and the rain was pouring down heavily. As I drove down the street, I noticed a small dog running frantically in the pouring rain. It was limping and looked malnourished, its ribs showing through its thin coat of fur. Is she trying to tell us something? I pulled over to the side of the road, trying to avoid hitting the poor creature. As I stepped out of the car, the dog ran towards me, whimpering and barking, begging for help. It was clear that it had been abandoned and left to fend for itself in the harsh weather. I could see the fear in its eyes as it cowered in front of me, expecting to be kicked and chased away like it had been in its previous home. I slowly approached the dog, speaking to it in a gentle voice, trying to gain its trust. After a few minutes, the dog allowed me to pet it and I could feel its heart racing with fear and uncertaint