To the driver of the dark blue Chevrolet Cobalt.
I write this on a bright, sunny day. Twenty degrees in the shade. Twenty-five-plus in the sun.
I noticed your dog in your car, which was parked in the sun. The windows were down a bit, but it was still very hot in your car – I put my hand in to feel the temperature.
I went into five stores and the bank asking if anyone there owned the car in question. Nobody did. As I was leaving the bank, I decided I was going to smash one of your car windows to rescue your dog. When I came out of the bank, you were just pulling out of the parking spot.
I asked you not to leave your dog in the car in the sun, but you said you knew what you were doing, to mind my own business, and besides, you were “only gone two minutes.”
It took me a lot more than two minutes to visit six businesses looking for you. Who knows how long it was in there before I arrived?
Your car was in the sun, yet I counted 11 empty parking spaces in the shade.
We read all to often about a dog or young child baked to death in a hot car. How long will it be before we read about yours? Aren’t you ashamed a stranger cares more about your dog than you do?
Jerry Steinberg, Surrey