I grew up in a rural area, where fallen creatures on the shoulder are very common. But I honestly don't recall the last time I saw roadkill. In 2007 we drove to the beach and I saw some smashed watermelons on the highway, but if I have to remember a specific incident before then - or one including an actual dead animal - I've got nuthin.
It was terribly sad.
Also? Really confusing.
How does a dog end up on the northbound express lanes of 395? (Those lanes are sandwiched between several lanes of traffic on both sides.) The poor thing must have fallen out of the car it was riding in, right? In which case: HOW DO YOU FAIL TO NOTICE THAT YOUR PET HAS EXITED THE VEHICLE?
Sorry about the shouting, but, damn.
Perhaps the crazy mutt jumped out of an open window? You think, maybe? In which case: WHY WOULD YOU OPEN A WINDOW FAR ENOUGH FOR YOUR SQUIRREL/HUMMER-CHASING MONGREL TO LEAP THROUGH?
Jesus. That's like handing the baby a blowtorch and being all "caramelize the top of that creme brulee for me, would ya Drools?"
Speaking of religion (What? Blasphemy counts), maybe that's where I should look for help in understanding this troubling manner.
I'll start with this nugget of wisdom I've picked up during my commute:
To which I'll add a little philosophy:
Dog is dead. There you go.
1 comment:
Oi. That is heartbreaking. When I lived out in CO, it appeared that pickup trucks wouldn't even start up without a dog in the bed. But a dirt road's a lot different than 395.
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