Roadkill

Harry nearly got flattened just now. By a Hyundai Excel of all things. If my little puptart is going to be mincemeat, I'd rather it be beneath a classier vehicle.

I often take him to a little park that's plonked in the middle of a cul de sac, surrounded by trees so he can't be distracted by the major road. But now all the trees are bare. He was sitting on the park bench beside me and I had just leaned over to hook his leash back on when he looked up and saw another dog up on the road. Before I could react he was barrelling onto the street and the Excel came speeding by at way more than the 50km/h limit.

Brakes screeched and horn blared but Harry just sauntered over to me so nonchalantly. I didn't know whether to hug him or kick his scrawny little arse. Arrrgh! I looked into his dopey eyes and said, "Do you realise you nearly JUST DIED!?!" I was rewarded with a blank stare and a lick on the nose. Bloody hell.