This morning was my day to drive the kids to school.
It's 8:15am, I'm still a little bleary-eyed and my synapses are firing slowly because I haven't had a whole pot of tea yet.
I'm sort of stupid, is what I'm telling you.
The kids have been dropped off and Ash and I are on our way home to drink that tea and have some quality cartoon/computer time. (To clarify - the cartoons are for Ash, the computer for me.)
So as I drive up my mountain there's this woman walking her dog, a Golden Retriever, and he's straining at the end of his leash, barking and jumping, trying to get to the street, and this poor would-be-jogger is leaning back against him as she walks, leash wrapped around both hands.
And my thought is "why would she walk that dog if he's such a bad walker?"
(Because my dogs are bad walkers. They strain on the leash, won't walk nicely, etc. We tried for years to walk with them, but we finally gave up.)
In my slow-synapse-firing state I never thought that maybe the dog was trying get at something.
Not until about 1 second before I smashed a poor little squirrel flat. Rolled right over him with my right front tire as he ran - terrified - from the Golden Retriever. Poor thing!
The dog, by the way, settled right down once the squirrel was pancaked.
He's the first animal I've ever hit. Killed. Jeez! I feel awful.
At least the kids were already out of the car!
3 comments:
This is too GREAT! Can't wait to catch up on the Moody-on goings. Hope you are well!
We are fantastic! Much better than the poor squirrel I smashed :(
Oh no. I hit a cat once, but it didn't die. It was at night on a busy road, so I couldn't really stop. For weeks I just thought about some poor kid waking up to his dead or half dead cat laying on the road. Yikes.
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