Dogwalking for Dummies
Yesterday, while driving down up Piedmont toward Chocolate Pink, I slowed down to make a left onto 8th (this story will get more exciting). As I went to turn, two dogs suddenly rushed into the street, directly in front of my car. I slammed on my breaks and watched as they finished crossing. I felt I should be angry, but I was momentarily taken aback. I mean, they used the crosswalk, so could I really be short with them? For a moment I thought maybe I was the one with the problem. Another car pulled up on 8th as I turned left, and we both watched as the dogs immediately stopped on the corner and cajoled together. After I saw my fellow driver’s confusion, I felt validated by my frustration and near-panic. Even if using crosswalks, dogs shouldn’t walk around Piedmont by themselves. I was about to pull over, get out of my car, and wrangle up the dogs, but through my rearview mirror I saw an unfortunately dressed man (overalls) running down 8th waving his hands above his head in panic. Before I could pull over, the dogs once again rushed back out into the street. This time, though, they didn’t use the crosswalk. As I pulled into work, I saw the overall-ed owner run out into the middle of Piedmont and try to halt traffic with his bare hands. I wonder how that worked out for him.