Would you rescue an animal if it would make you 20-30 minutes late for work?

I love animals much more than I love any employer.
No brainer.

One has a responsibility to assist when one can regardless of the consequences.I heard one news story about a jobless man who stopped to rescue a family on the highway and because he showed up late on the job got fired and later the media got hold of him and offered to buy him a new car since he was walking 25 miles to and from his new job. I don’t know if his employer rehired him or not , I forgot the details.
Lives are more important than other things.

I have

Yes.

Depends on the animal.
Dogs, cats, foxes, deer, sure.
Just not pigs, they can all die.

Sure

Depends on the job. If I had a job where timing was all important, and being late could endanger others, then no.
If I had a job where I was barely making ends meet to support my children and I could be likely fired for being late, then no.
However, if I had a job and the personal resources not to worry about it, then yes I would.

I spent about an hour one day, my daughter was a toddler, so I was focusing on her a lot, trying to rescue a duck family.
Ducks leave their water source to nest, as a protective measure. That crazy girl must have chosen her location very late at night, when all was closed and traffic was not an issue. She was attempting to get eight chicks across a sizeable portion of a busy parking lot of a strip mall, including a packed McDs drive thru. Beyond that was four busy lanes of traffic.
I watched a lot of dodging and narrow misses just to go ten feet.
I was getting around fairly well then on crutches. I made a choice. I had an empty back pack meant to carry home what I had set out to buy.
I decided to round up chicks, and put them in my backpack. Being a mother, I knew that duck would follow the sound of those chicks to the fires if hell if she had to.
Catch a chick, go six feet to catch up with the others, catch another chick. Most of the progress occurred in the drive thru. I finally had all but one crafty little dodger. I decided to let her take her chances with that one. I got to the corner where we could cross those lanes of traffic to the park where her intended pond was waiting. I waited for the light to change, which was only there for turning traffic. There was no pedestrian crossing there. Mama trampled the grass in anxiety, focused on my chirping backpack. When traffic was stopped, I began to cross, knowing we would never make it before the light changed again.
In one lane, there was a delivery truck. He saw duck and one baby following me. He must have also seen my backpack pulsing as chicks scrambled to find a way out. He leaned forward over his steering wheel. His expression was priceless, like an unexpected break he badly needed. His flashers came on. He was committed to waiting. The light changed. My little girl was walking beside me, holding up her hands in both directions like a traffic cop. Nobody honked, and flashers came on everywhere. Nobody was going to press us, and the mama stuck with us like a well trained dog. Once we were across, duck headed for a chainlink fence. She had a crawl spot she obviously knew well. By now she must have known we were helping, because she hit that crawl spot like a bullet. I grabbed the fence to lower myself, and my daughter and I pulled chicks from the pack and set them under the fence fast as we could go. They all heard mama duck’s frantic quacking and raced through the grass toward her.
I wasn’t missing work, but I had delayed my shopping, and several motorists were content to spare some of their time.

I did sacrifice my backpack. I took one look inside, and tossed it in the first garbage can I reached. There was a thrift store nearby. I got a new pack, and finished my shopping trip.

Why not? I will be more than happy to help rescue any animal (whichever way possible) and work extra for the lost time due to this activity.

I’ve done it. Opossum babies…

I have a great story, about a veterinarian, I used to work with.

He was taking his daughters home from school once. A Doe (female deer,) had been hit by a car, on a busy 5pm highway. The Doe was pregnant, but had just died. This Dr. had a pair of scissors in his SUV. He pulled them out, and in front of a large gathering of onlookers, he performed a c-section (obviously with some innovation,) on the dead deer. He removed, and revived the single baby deer. Like I said, in front of lots of people, including his daughters.

He raised the orphan in his house. To my knowledge, it’s still sleeping on his couches, and thinks it’s a dog. It’s a beautiful white tail deer. Can’t really release it into the wild. It wouldn’t survive.

Dr. Doogie did that.

Doogie? As in Doogie Howser?

Yeah.

Great story @Patty_Melt! Gave me chills, actually.

Of course.

I’d for sure call for help for the animal. I don’t pass injured animals without doing something regardless of work.

^^^ Best answer yet.

I was driving from here to another town on a 4 lane highway with a median. I saw a collie dog lying on the shoulder of the oncoming lane. I called the police and this dingy woman, I swear, kept asking me things like what color the dog was, how big it was, was it long haired or short haired….IT’S A COLLIE!!! IT’S MULTICOLORED LIKE ALL COLLIES ARE! IT’S THE SAME SIZE AS A COLLIE DOG! It was ridiculous. How many dogs are there lying on the shoulder of a 65 mph highway, anyway? If you get to the dog and it turns out to be a black lab instead, do you say, “Wrong dog!” and leave it there?
I called again later and found out the dog had been rescued and reunited with his owner.

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@Dutchess_III They may have wanted a description to try to match to missing dog reports.

I flew past him at 65 mph, and I told her that. All I got was a glimpse, and it was a collie. Exactly what would differentiate one collie from another? A white spot on a leg maybe? If it doesn’t match some missing dog description are they going to just leave it on the highway?

<eyeroll>. No, @Dutchess_III, but they could try to contact people and notify them that the dog would be at such and such a place for possible identification by the owners.

<eye roll.> Yes, we got a dog matching your dog’s description, sort of. He was really just a blur for the driver who drove past him but it could be your dog. He’s on the shoulder of the highway if you want to go get him.

So, you were making phone calls while driving 65 down a busy highway?

I am very glad you’re not in any kind of field that requires compassionate interaction, @Dutchess_III. Not really your calling.

And I’m out.

A couple of years ago, I witnessed a deer slamming into the side of a pick-up truck. The driver was a young man who immediately pulled over. The driver’s side view mirror had been ripped off and the deer was laying nearby, but still attempting to move.

I asked the guy if he was alright, and then headed up the road to the police station. I told them what had happened and that the deer might needed to be killed. Then I headed back back down to the driver to tell him that help was on the way. I gave him a business card in case his insurance company needed a witness. My cell phone didn’t have the option of taking photos, but I suggested that if his did, he do it.

I called into work to tell my supervisor that I would be late and why, and she was fine.

This isn’t even under question, unless you’re a complete head of a dick or your boss is.
Life stuff happens which renders work, temporarily at least, meaningless.