Yesterday was unbearably hot — the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick and the pavement soft beneath your feet. All I could think about was getting home and blasting the air conditioning. But first, I made a quick stop at the supermarket to pick up something for dinner.
As I crossed the sun-scorched parking lot, shielding my eyes from the glare, I suddenly had a strange feeling. I turned — and saw her. A German Shepherd, trapped inside a parked car. The windows were shut, and she looked like she was in distress. Her sides were heaving, her tongue lolled out, and her eyes were dull and unfocused. The windows were fogged with condensation. It was clear — she was close to collapse. If it was 30°C outside, the temperature inside the car had to be far worse.
Then I spotted a note on the windshield with a phone number. I dialed it immediately. A man picked up. I tried to stay calm as I said:
Your dog is overheating in your car. Please come back now and at least crack a window!”
His reply was indifferent, even irritated:
— I left her water. Mind your own business.
