Topper (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} toppercub) wrote,@ 2009-07-11 21:06:00 |
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Near Miss
All my posts lately have been about animals. So...why not? Here's another:
Tonight while walking Bailey we came upon two little girls, each about seven years old. One was riding her bike back and forth across a section of sidewalk as fast as she could, and the other would let out a loud, piercing, no-Mr.-Bates-please-don't-stab-me scream every five seconds or so. Every time she would scream, she would run in one direction or the other, yanking her harnessed toy poodle with her.
We stopped. Bailey looked up at me and then pulled me across the street so that she could avoid the dangerous combination of screamy girls, fast inexperienced bikes, and little nervous pissed off dogs.
Well, when we got abreast of them (on the other side of the street), the screamy girl let out a piercing scream and raised her hands to her face like one of those teeny-boppers from the 50s screaming over Elvis. Naturally, she dropped the leash, allowing the poddle to bolt into the street, making a beeline for Bailey.
Now our street is part of a network of streets that avoids a major, slow intersection. Lots of traffic comes down our street, often at speeds up to 50 MPH (we are a residential street). So, as bad luck would have it, the poddle darted out straight into the path of a 4x4 truck that was going WAY too fast. There was a squeal. I knew what was about to happen. Bailey knew what was about to happen. Judging from its posture, the poddle knew what was about to happen. The only one who didn't know what was about to happen was the screamy girl, who merely turned around and started screaming and darting again.
But luck of lucks, the truck stopped in time with no less than six inches to spare. The poddle stood there dazedly, so I called to her to get off the road. She did.
While she and Bailey were sniffing each other's butts, the screamy girls father came running out of the house and retrieved the leash. First he apologized to the driver (who was going too fast anyway), and then he apologized to me. But rather than going over to the screamy girl and telling her to shut the f*** up and pay attention to the responsibility that is a dog's life, he merely told her that he was taking the dog inside. Personally, I would have seriously punished that little snot so that she knew the gravity of what almost happened, but I guess it's none of my business. I'm just glad the dog was okay.
All my posts lately have been about animals. So...why not? Here's another:
Tonight while walking Bailey we came upon two little girls, each about seven years old. One was riding her bike back and forth across a section of sidewalk as fast as she could, and the other would let out a loud, piercing, no-Mr.-Bates-please-don't-stab-me scream every five seconds or so. Every time she would scream, she would run in one direction or the other, yanking her harnessed toy poodle with her.
We stopped. Bailey looked up at me and then pulled me across the street so that she could avoid the dangerous combination of screamy girls, fast inexperienced bikes, and little nervous pissed off dogs.
Well, when we got abreast of them (on the other side of the street), the screamy girl let out a piercing scream and raised her hands to her face like one of those teeny-boppers from the 50s screaming over Elvis. Naturally, she dropped the leash, allowing the poddle to bolt into the street, making a beeline for Bailey.
Now our street is part of a network of streets that avoids a major, slow intersection. Lots of traffic comes down our street, often at speeds up to 50 MPH (we are a residential street). So, as bad luck would have it, the poddle darted out straight into the path of a 4x4 truck that was going WAY too fast. There was a squeal. I knew what was about to happen. Bailey knew what was about to happen. Judging from its posture, the poddle knew what was about to happen. The only one who didn't know what was about to happen was the screamy girl, who merely turned around and started screaming and darting again.
But luck of lucks, the truck stopped in time with no less than six inches to spare. The poddle stood there dazedly, so I called to her to get off the road. She did.
While she and Bailey were sniffing each other's butts, the screamy girls father came running out of the house and retrieved the leash. First he apologized to the driver (who was going too fast anyway), and then he apologized to me. But rather than going over to the screamy girl and telling her to shut the f*** up and pay attention to the responsibility that is a dog's life, he merely told her that he was taking the dog inside. Personally, I would have seriously punished that little snot so that she knew the gravity of what almost happened, but I guess it's none of my business. I'm just glad the dog was okay.
