Seriously. I just ran over a Jack Russel Terrier on the way home from class.
What the $%^&, I say. I nearly crashed trying to avoid him. It was unavoidable. And I was going about 45 when it happened. He tumbled and then ran off behind his house. There was no blood, but I literally knocked the poo out of him, as there is poo on my front fender.
The man across the street came out to see if I was ok because he heard my brakes screech. When I told him what happend (rather panicked and tearful) he asked,
"Did ye kill 'em? Naw? Too bad, all they do is bark!"
Lovely guy. So. I came home, got the Man, and we went back to look for Dog. He was nowhere to be found (last I saw, he was bookin' it into the woods, but I'm sure he was hurt).
I left a note on the door with my number, I hope they call and let me know what happened. I'm willing to pay half the vet bill, since I certainly bear at least half the responsibility, but WHY WAS HE IN THE ROAD?
Seriously, peeps. Responsible dog ownership=fences. This house, btw, had all the hallmarks of an animal collector. Five dogs in the front, two in the back yard plus puppies, and at least two voices barking from inside. On the other hand, they were all well-fed, and all the loose ones had radio collars on. Maybe the JRT just busted out of the radio fence, it would be about right for that breed.
I accepted long ago that most people around here do not value dogs the way I do, and perhaps I'm wrong. I haven't seen their dogs in the road before. Perhaps I'm wrong. My own dogs have gotten out before. Crap DOES happen. But still. Grr.
PEN UP YOUR DOGS.
What the $%^&, I say. I nearly crashed trying to avoid him. It was unavoidable. And I was going about 45 when it happened. He tumbled and then ran off behind his house. There was no blood, but I literally knocked the poo out of him, as there is poo on my front fender.
The man across the street came out to see if I was ok because he heard my brakes screech. When I told him what happend (rather panicked and tearful) he asked,
"Did ye kill 'em? Naw? Too bad, all they do is bark!"
Lovely guy. So. I came home, got the Man, and we went back to look for Dog. He was nowhere to be found (last I saw, he was bookin' it into the woods, but I'm sure he was hurt).
I left a note on the door with my number, I hope they call and let me know what happened. I'm willing to pay half the vet bill, since I certainly bear at least half the responsibility, but WHY WAS HE IN THE ROAD?
Seriously, peeps. Responsible dog ownership=fences. This house, btw, had all the hallmarks of an animal collector. Five dogs in the front, two in the back yard plus puppies, and at least two voices barking from inside. On the other hand, they were all well-fed, and all the loose ones had radio collars on. Maybe the JRT just busted out of the radio fence, it would be about right for that breed.
I accepted long ago that most people around here do not value dogs the way I do, and perhaps I'm wrong. I haven't seen their dogs in the road before. Perhaps I'm wrong. My own dogs have gotten out before. Crap DOES happen. But still. Grr.
PEN UP YOUR DOGS.
