But it wasn’t my fault! At least, not entirely.
And the dog’s fine. At least, he seemed to be.
Perhaps I should explain. You see, not far from where I live, there’s this dog. I don’t know if this dog actually belonged to anybody or if he was a stray, but the point is that this dog is kind of an idiot.
I’m not sure how long this dog has been around, but I first encountered him when I was getting prepared to get my driver’s license. Every once in a while (I’d say about once a week on average) this dog would meet up with me when I was driving home. I learned to hate the sight of that dog more than anything else when I was driving.
Before I go any further, allow me to explain that I don’t have a problem with dogs chasing my car. And that’s more or less what this dog would try to do…kind of. You see, he understood that he was supposed to do SOMETHING with the car, but he evidentally was never taught the proper way to chase a car.
So instead of chasing behind the car, he wanted to attack it head on. Or maybe he wanted to try playing chicken. Or something. Whenever this dog was out, he would come charging toward me barking the whole time. Every single time I was afraid I would hit this dog, and I would slam on my brakes and come to a near dead stop just when it seemed like the dog was not going to move out of the way in time. But he did, every single time.
At some point, this dog met up with a smaller dog of its same breed somehow. I’m not sure where this smaller dog came from, all I know is that it’s way too big for it to be the big dog’s puppy. So I’m guessing that whoever owns this dog (if anyone does) must’ve bought it just to make the drivers on the road twice as nervous as they already are.
As you might’ve already guessed, the big dog taught the smaller dog the improper way to chase cars. So now I had two suicidal dogs charging me and barking at me when I was driving home. And every time I would brake to almost a dead stop, and every time the dogs would get out of the way in time and just stand at the side of the car barking at me.
Well, today I met those dogs while driving to school today. And they did the same routine. By now, I was confident that the dogs knew to get out of the way in time, and I was determined to not let them freak me out. So, I didn’t exactly brake as much as usual. And the smaller dog evidentally hadn’t perfected playing chicken quite yet.
You know that miniature panic attack you get when you tip your chair back a little bit too far and it feels like you’re going to fall? That’s the best way I can describe the feeling I got when the dog dissapeared under my car. The next thing I knew, I heard yelping. And the yelping wouldn’t stop. As I looked in my rearview mirror at the dog, I could see the smaller dog limping around trying not to stand on the leg that just got run over while the other dog…tried to see if it was okay, or something.
Well, I didn’t stop the car. What was I supposed to do, give it first aid? Fact is, after I saw that the dog wasn’t dead my first thought was “Well, maybe you’ll learn to not charge cars, you dumb mutt.”
