Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Yeah, today was such a wonderful today.
Starts out, alarm clock awakens me with really loud static (it's not on a radio station :P) at 6:03am. Go on the computer until possible last minute: get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, pack backpack. Out the door. Oops, I forgot something. In, out, "Bye, Debbie!"
Walk to bus stop. Car coming; they come all the time. Grab Rockie by the collar. He's brown, splotchy, and muscular. Lady's free to go because she doesn't have a collar (she's a cocker spaniel // golden retriever mix). White truck, doesn't stop. Either does Lady.
I thought she just hurt her leg, even though the tire went over her in the middle. But she let out a howl and stopped twitching and she didn't blink and her mouth relaxed. Rockie wanted to know what was going on.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's...it's okay. She's fine, right?"
"No...she's gone."
"But...I-I don't know what to do..."
...
"Do you have a cellphone?"
"Yeah, sure, sure. Here you go. Just--area code if it's a local number."
...
"There's no signal."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
The bus is pulling up over the hill in the road.
The bus stops at the mailbox, but then keeps going. Slows at me, but then keeps going.
"We have to move her out of the way."
"How do I...?"
I try to put my hands under her middle and lift her up, the rest of her just limps over the sides of my hands. Dragging; there's blood coming from her mouth. I stop.
"Can you help me?"
He picks her up by her skin and puts her on the side of the road. In the sand spurs.
I pick up my stuff and go stand by the mailbox, wait for the bus. He says he's sorry again. Whistle. Do it again. Rockie, come here, dammit. He obeys, he's been coming attached to me lately (Not exactly a good thing, because he's been growling and snapping at every other dog that comes near me; I trip over him when he's trying to guard). And vice versa (Except no growling on my part). I'm glad he has a collar.
I scratch his ear to keep him by my side, but he knows he can get that any time of day from anybody. Trots over to Lady's corpse and sniffs. Looks up at me. Keeps it up until the bus comes around again. I walk to the other side of the road so that I will be in line with the bus door. Rockie steps up to guard.
I'm on the bus and everyone is talking about dogs.
End of the day report: Apparently Latoya and Jasmine and Debbie and Ashley all know about the white truck man. He threatens to run over dogs and swerved at Ashley's this morning. Why was he sorry?
Oh, yeah. The meaning of life: http://forums.ichigos.com/showthread.php?p=175471
Starts out, alarm clock awakens me with really loud static (it's not on a radio station :P) at 6:03am. Go on the computer until possible last minute: get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, pack backpack. Out the door. Oops, I forgot something. In, out, "Bye, Debbie!"
Walk to bus stop. Car coming; they come all the time. Grab Rockie by the collar. He's brown, splotchy, and muscular. Lady's free to go because she doesn't have a collar (she's a cocker spaniel // golden retriever mix). White truck, doesn't stop. Either does Lady.
I thought she just hurt her leg, even though the tire went over her in the middle. But she let out a howl and stopped twitching and she didn't blink and her mouth relaxed. Rockie wanted to know what was going on.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's...it's okay. She's fine, right?"
"No...she's gone."
"But...I-I don't know what to do..."
...
"Do you have a cellphone?"
"Yeah, sure, sure. Here you go. Just--area code if it's a local number."
...
"There's no signal."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
The bus is pulling up over the hill in the road.
The bus stops at the mailbox, but then keeps going. Slows at me, but then keeps going.
"We have to move her out of the way."
"How do I...?"
I try to put my hands under her middle and lift her up, the rest of her just limps over the sides of my hands. Dragging; there's blood coming from her mouth. I stop.
"Can you help me?"
He picks her up by her skin and puts her on the side of the road. In the sand spurs.
I pick up my stuff and go stand by the mailbox, wait for the bus. He says he's sorry again. Whistle. Do it again. Rockie, come here, dammit. He obeys, he's been coming attached to me lately (Not exactly a good thing, because he's been growling and snapping at every other dog that comes near me; I trip over him when he's trying to guard). And vice versa (Except no growling on my part). I'm glad he has a collar.
I scratch his ear to keep him by my side, but he knows he can get that any time of day from anybody. Trots over to Lady's corpse and sniffs. Looks up at me. Keeps it up until the bus comes around again. I walk to the other side of the road so that I will be in line with the bus door. Rockie steps up to guard.
I'm on the bus and everyone is talking about dogs.
End of the day report: Apparently Latoya and Jasmine and Debbie and Ashley all know about the white truck man. He threatens to run over dogs and swerved at Ashley's this morning. Why was he sorry?
Oh, yeah. The meaning of life: http://forums.ichigos.com/showthread.php?p=175471