KristyAnn1977 :
Ray is 61, and he's been running trains in eastern Iowa for 31 years. On a gray Sunday morning he was pulling a few empty tank cars along the river at about 10 miles an hour, through a town of maybe 400 people.
About a quarter mile out, he saw two dogs between the rails. A tan dog was lying down, and a big black dog was standing right over the tan one.
Ray leaned on the horn. The black dog flinched at the noise and didn't take one step off the tracks. Underneath, the tan dog tried to get up and couldn't. One back leg dragged.
So Ray stopped the train, about 30 feet short. He climbed down with his conductor, Luis, right behind him. The black dog growled once, low, and then let Ray come close.
Ray carried the tan dog off the rocks to the grass. The black dog followed at his boots the whole way. When Ray knelt down, the black dog leaned on his shoulder and licked his ear. Luis took a picture with his phone and put it on the town's Facebook page.
A farm wife two roads over had been out calling for her two dogs since the night before, and a neighbor showed her the picture. She drove right out. The tan one had been clipped by a car on the county road and crawled down the bank onto the tracks. And the black one had stayed out there with the tan dog all night.
That back leg has a pin in it now, and Ray has a standing invitation to Sunday dinner.
Have you ever seen one dog refuse to leave another?
2026-11-12 18:20:40