Oct 26 2008
Ugh
So on Friday I was kind of sick, so I figures instead of staying home all weekend, I’d head up to Truckee one last time with my whole family. We were picking up Allie from Davis and going straight up.
We decided it’d be easier for us to take two cars, because Dad had to tug along a trailer because, well, we were moving out. Anyways, Mom and I went up and got Allie in Davis in my slug bug, while Dad, Dylan, and our Yorkie, Keegan drove in the 4-Runner.
We got up there, had a blast and all that jazz, until around 6 o’clock…We were going out to dinner and while leaving the house, Keegan ran out of the two doors, out the garage, and 3 blocks around to the main street, Northwoods. Allie and Dylan chased her on foot, while I grabbed a bike and pedaled fast as ever. My dad got the other bike and together, we sped down block by block looking for Keegs. Finally, I spotted her and she kept on running. Dad hopped off his bike, jumped for her and missed. I as well got off my bike to try and help but it wasn’t too helpful. She sprited those little feet right past me. I chased her down as fast as I could. About 5 houses away from the main busy street, I heard a car. Fuck, right? Of course, being a teenage girl, I screeched “STOP!” Eh, car didn’t hear. A couple yards from the car, I stood, watching my little puppy get smashed by the left back tire of a peice of shit yellow car with racing stripes. I don’t blame the driver, I don’t blame anyone. I mean, she was the size of a rodent. I can’t really explain how it all went, but it was pretty heart breaking. I never thought I’d be one to cry over an animal, honesty. But the whole family was in tears, it was a nightmare. I think the thing that scared me the most was that if I hadn’t been wearing heel-boot things, I would have ran so much faster and probably been crushed by that car along with Keegan. I had the whole thing just re-playing in my mind all Friday and Saturday, but it’ll slowly vanish, hopefully.
It could have been so much worse, though, says a lot of people. I’m just happy I wasn’t crushed. I mean, shit, talk about close.
And, happy birthday, Keegan. (October 30)
Only like, what? 3 lbs maybe…
poor baby.
