I was driving to work tonight (I was late. Surprise!) and I saw traffic stopped on the other side of the road. It's odd for traffic to be stopped there since it's a highway, such as they are around here, but there they were, stopped.
I saw something in the road and assumed it was a deer. Deer are hit frequently enough that I've seen or heard it happen a couple of times. I assumed the people in the road were going to drag the deer to the side, which is dangerous since the deer might not be dead and it could kick the living shit out of you.
But it wasn't a deer. It was a big, white dog with a wolfy-type tail. It looked like a Husky eskimo dog. I don't know if the dog was alive or not. I suppose if he was, it's good that Cornell's emergency vet stuff is open all night.
I'm feeling very sorry for the dog. And the person who hit it. That's got to be really scary. It would be scary to me, anyway. But what was the dog doing outside? It's sort of near a residential place, but it's closer to the lab of ornithology and a business park.
I can't decide if I should be sad (for the dog) or angry (at the owners) about this. Or if I should be both. Or neither.
We used to joke in high school that the answer to a test would always be adequately answered using one of the following: C, 4, x=8.
So should I be sad, angry, both, or neither?
x=8. It most definitely does.
Posted by dotty at December 2, 2003 11:20 PM