Post by johno on Apr 4, 2008 14:01:48 GMT -5
Very depressing post coming - don't read if you don't want to hear it... Sorry, I have to work this out...
Our little puggle puppy (1/2 pug, 1/2 beagle) was like a child to us. Yesterday the postal carrier, who is always speeding while looking down inside his car, and has almost hit me once and my wife twice - we fear for our children - drove over our precious little dog and kept on going. By the tracks, it is clear he didn't swerve, stop, or even slow down.
I'll grant you, she shouldn't have been in the road; but you have to understand, we live in the country near the end of a dead-end road, and he is just about the only traffic we have. So she had the freedom most of the time to take herself for potty-walks, and she normally stayed in the yard. We have been training her to take no notice of cars (as per the Dog Whisperer programs) as well as how to roll over and such, but we still had a little time to go to get her to lose interest in cars. Meanwhile, we try to bring her inside when it's time for the mail. I was a little bit slow (with the cane and bad back and all) and he was a little bit early.
I walked down the long driveway to call her back, but there was no answer. Then I saw her in the middle of the road, in a pool of blood. My heart sank. Her switch was turned off. Alive/not alive. Impossible. No. No. I had to be strong and check to make sure she was dead before returning to tell my wife. Then I had to be strong long enough to bag her, bring her off the road, clean the road, dig a hole, bury her (toys, bones and all,) and empathize with my wailing spouse.
Every time I do anything, it reminds me of her, because she did everything with me. Every time I close my eyes, I see her expressive face, or youthful playful body enjoying the yard. It is impossible to accept.
I finally made a formal complaint about the mailman today, since I have my voice back. I should have done it years ago. Perhaps at least now he won't run over some one else's (human) child.
Our little puggle puppy (1/2 pug, 1/2 beagle) was like a child to us. Yesterday the postal carrier, who is always speeding while looking down inside his car, and has almost hit me once and my wife twice - we fear for our children - drove over our precious little dog and kept on going. By the tracks, it is clear he didn't swerve, stop, or even slow down.
I'll grant you, she shouldn't have been in the road; but you have to understand, we live in the country near the end of a dead-end road, and he is just about the only traffic we have. So she had the freedom most of the time to take herself for potty-walks, and she normally stayed in the yard. We have been training her to take no notice of cars (as per the Dog Whisperer programs) as well as how to roll over and such, but we still had a little time to go to get her to lose interest in cars. Meanwhile, we try to bring her inside when it's time for the mail. I was a little bit slow (with the cane and bad back and all) and he was a little bit early.
I walked down the long driveway to call her back, but there was no answer. Then I saw her in the middle of the road, in a pool of blood. My heart sank. Her switch was turned off. Alive/not alive. Impossible. No. No. I had to be strong and check to make sure she was dead before returning to tell my wife. Then I had to be strong long enough to bag her, bring her off the road, clean the road, dig a hole, bury her (toys, bones and all,) and empathize with my wailing spouse.
Every time I do anything, it reminds me of her, because she did everything with me. Every time I close my eyes, I see her expressive face, or youthful playful body enjoying the yard. It is impossible to accept.
I finally made a formal complaint about the mailman today, since I have my voice back. I should have done it years ago. Perhaps at least now he won't run over some one else's (human) child.
