Day twenty two
On the same tone of Debby Downer, I have a sad story to tell. I was hesitating telling all y'all, but I've decided to share. Turn away if you don't want to cry.
Yesterday on the way to work, I came around a curve and saw a small little yippy dog standing in the front yard of a house. I slowed down in case the little yapper decided to run into the roadway. Some young punks were tailgating me on their way to school and I didn't want the little guy to get hit by them either. So as soon as I got beside where the dog was at in the yard, I beeped my horn to scare him so he'd run towards the house and away from the road.
In that instant, the worst thing happened. The beep did as I intended and scared the dog. But instead of running towards the house, it ran right in front of the car behind me. In a split second I saw him run into the road, blinked in horror, and saw the tiny dog spinning in circles across the roadway faster than I was driving. The dog stopped spinning only when it hit the frozen ground on the opposite side of the road, some couple hundred feet ahead of where it had been hit.
The punks behind me slowed down and it seemed for a split second they would do the right thing and go back, but they did not. I literally almost broke down into tears. On the way home I slowed way down to see of the dog had been found so I could take him to the houses around the area and give the people their dear pet. He was not to be found and I drove home in silent sadness.
Sorry to ruin your Saturday night. Hopefully no ones reads this rag today and tomorrow's post will make it disappear.