[TomE.]

I was driving to a girls house for our 2nd date. She was staying with her cousins out in the sticks, and the cousins lived next to their grandmother. It was a little hike, so I had a roadie beer on my way out. I got about a mile away and was finishing the beer, looking for a good spot to throw the can, when a small black dog ran out in front of the car. I swerved but still caught the mutt with my rear tire, and it rolled around the wheel well a few times. I stopped to check out the dog, there was no blood or obvious cuts, but it was not breathing. There wasn't a house in sight or any other cars, so I took off. A dick move to be sure, but I didn't feel like explaining to anyone why I smelled of beer and had crushed their dog.

I got to the girls house a few minutes later, still a bit shaken. When I pulled up, all the cousins and uncles were outside sort of milling about. My girl comes up to me with red eyes, saying her grandmother was away for the weekend, and my girl had been left in charge of her dog that was now missing, and that if something happened to it her grandma would surely die. Already knowing the answer, I asked,

"what kind of dog was it?"
"A small black dog."
"Let's get in my car and go look for it."

In the car, I explained how a small black dog ran in front of my car on my way to her house. We pull up to where the dog was still lying, and she starts wailing like a banshee, recognizing the dog as her grandmas. I pick up the dog and put it in my trunk, taking it to her grandmas for a proper burial and certain ass-kicking from her family, a bunch of rednecks who wouldn't cotton to someone leaving their dog on the side of the road.

We pull up to the house, she starts wailing to whomever was nearest that the dog was dead, I had hit it and left it on the side of the road, and surely grandma was going to disown her. So I open the trunk and little Fido is awake and running around inside, alive as hell! Apparently, I had only stunned it, and it regained consciousness on the way back.

I ended up taking the dog to an emergency clinic 50 miles away, paid $200 for x-rays that turned up negative. I wish I could say we all lived happily ever after, but she turned out to be a psycho who ended up living in a different house in the same commune as the rest of her family.


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TomE.