Good news and bad news
Good news is that I got a puppy! His name is Hooch and he is mostly black lab, but he has a white tummy, nose, and paws, and he is very adorable. Will post pictures eventually, I'm sure.
Bad news is that I got in a car accident while driving him home. Yes, I ran into a parked car and I feel very guilty and horrible and not nice about it at all. See, I took Nine along to see how she would react to a new puppy (so far? She's pretty much indifferent, leaning more toward the not happy perspective, so hopefully he'll grow on her in time). She decided that she didn't want to be in the back with it and made a b-line for the front seat - right where the gear shift is, so I was trying too keep her in back so she didn't accidentally put us into reverse or something. I wasn't paying attention, the car swerved to the right, and CRASH, ran into a parked car. Our insurance should cover it, but I still feel horrible. Not only did I smash up some poor guys Buick (the Colt has a dented in front right fender, but is still drive able. The entire back left side of the Buick was smashed in and the tire was near to falling off. You'd think they'd make those full sized Buicks a little tougher), but I also worried my parents, will likely make our insurance go up, and my perfect driving record is down the toilet. Mom seems okay about it, but dad is ticked at me (or at least so he appears. He's one to hide his emotions like myself, so who knows) and he's blaming himself for not going along to help handle the dogs, even though it really wasn't his fault, but I don't want to say that to him right now because of the whole annoyed thing. God, I feel so guilty. Want to crawl under a rock somewhere.
Thankfully neither of the dogs were hurt as far as I can tell, but still... I mean, YAY for a new puppy, but golly, other than that, this day has sucked so far.
Bad news is that I got in a car accident while driving him home. Yes, I ran into a parked car and I feel very guilty and horrible and not nice about it at all. See, I took Nine along to see how she would react to a new puppy (so far? She's pretty much indifferent, leaning more toward the not happy perspective, so hopefully he'll grow on her in time). She decided that she didn't want to be in the back with it and made a b-line for the front seat - right where the gear shift is, so I was trying too keep her in back so she didn't accidentally put us into reverse or something. I wasn't paying attention, the car swerved to the right, and CRASH, ran into a parked car. Our insurance should cover it, but I still feel horrible. Not only did I smash up some poor guys Buick (the Colt has a dented in front right fender, but is still drive able. The entire back left side of the Buick was smashed in and the tire was near to falling off. You'd think they'd make those full sized Buicks a little tougher), but I also worried my parents, will likely make our insurance go up, and my perfect driving record is down the toilet. Mom seems okay about it, but dad is ticked at me (or at least so he appears. He's one to hide his emotions like myself, so who knows) and he's blaming himself for not going along to help handle the dogs, even though it really wasn't his fault, but I don't want to say that to him right now because of the whole annoyed thing. God, I feel so guilty. Want to crawl under a rock somewhere.
Thankfully neither of the dogs were hurt as far as I can tell, but still... I mean, YAY for a new puppy, but golly, other than that, this day has sucked so far.