Lucy the Sheepadoodle and her owner, Emma Sutton-Williams. Photos courtesy of Emma Sutton-Williams.
By Emma Sutton-Williams
I wasn’t sure whether I was a religious woman, but that changed when my 52-pound “Mini” Sheepadoodle, Lucy, bolted after her dog walker was attacked by what he thinks was a Cane Corso, which prompted him to drop her leash.
This took place early Tuesday afternoon in Riverside Park near the Promenade.
She tore across the Upper West Side from Riverside, West End, Broadway, Amsterdam, Columbus, and Central Park West before entering the West 81 Street entrance, looping through the park north, east, and eventually Central Park South.
I was at my desk at the New York Post when the alert from Wag.com that my dog was lost finally arrived. I flew out of the offi…
Lucy the Sheepadoodle and her owner, Emma Sutton-Williams. Photos courtesy of Emma Sutton-Williams.
By Emma Sutton-Williams
I wasn’t sure whether I was a religious woman, but that changed when my 52-pound “Mini” Sheepadoodle, Lucy, bolted after her dog walker was attacked by what he thinks was a Cane Corso, which prompted him to drop her leash.
This took place early Tuesday afternoon in Riverside Park near the Promenade.
She tore across the Upper West Side from Riverside, West End, Broadway, Amsterdam, Columbus, and Central Park West before entering the West 81 Street entrance, looping through the park north, east, and eventually Central Park South.
I was at my desk at the New York Post when the alert from Wag.com that my dog was lost finally arrived. I flew out of the office, following her AirTag signal as it headed straight for 59th Street and 7th Ave.
What followed was a Tom Cruise-style sprint through midtown. Just as I reached 59th Street, my phone rang: someone had Lucy after her 2-plus-mile run. Within 60 seconds, I found Lucy surrounded by a human barrier of kind strangers. The woman who finally grabbed the leash? A fellow reporter at the New York Post, whom I recognized but not had the pleasure of meeting yet.
Lucy hadn’t slowed down for a soul during her entire flight, yet she stopped for her. Was it the familiar scent of the newsroom or divine intervention? I can’t say.
But for the concerned strangers who watched a Sheepadoodle fly across town and through traffic, she’s home safe and sound. Her paws are healing, and she’s celebrating her fifth birthday today with a long nap in her UWS apartment.
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