Not much in the mood to post.
Driving home on a busy highway tonight, I thought I saw something in the road ahead which I hoped I was very wrong about. Almost leaning against the concrete barrier dividing the north from southbound lanes of I-35, I saw the gangly legs of a good-size dog, and there was enough traffic that I knew even if I didn't hit this poor terrified creature, that it was probably doomed.
Still, I slowed down, put on my brakes. I hated to do this on a highway, but I also don't want to hit a big dog, either - that could have caused me to wreck, too. This looked to be a Weimaraner or a German Shorthaired Pointer, some dog with that kind of look. It was probably about 50 pounds.
The vehicle behind me was too close on my tail to really slow down, so they pulled around on my right and floored it, squarely hitting the dog just as it ran from in front of my vehicle. The dog didn't suffer - that could only have been a fatal blow, so at least it was over quickly.
Of course, I could hear the dog being hit so loudly that I almost could feel it. I felt so awful for the poor thing and angry at the other driver for being so impatient -- what if that had been a child in the road?
The fact that my own dog was run over (she survived) by a car not even a year ago doesn't help when it comes to how chilled I felt about that poor dog.
Sorry for being dull, I just felt like venting. I guess the moral of this story is that whether the roads are wet or dry, the motorist ahead of you may have a very valid reason for slowing down or braking.