In yesterday’s Philadelphia Inquirer, columnist Lisa Scottoline tells the story of what happened when she discovered a little dog stuck in a hot car on an 87-degree day. Although she injects a fair bit of humor into the story, you can tell that she is dead serious:
I didn’t see the dog’s owner anywhere. I hurried into the store, looked around, and told the shopkeeper. They made an announcement, but the dog’s owner wasn’t in the store. I went back to the car and stuck my hand in the cracked window, and it barely fit. I could feel how ungodly hot it was in the car. The dog pawed the window, frantically.
Soon the cops show up, and then things get kind of loud. The nonchalance of the dog owner is, of course, infuriating, but it’s great to see someone with a powerful public forum doing the right thing and spreading the word about the danger of hot cars.