April 17, 2019

Driving to church, I saw a happy little dog pad out into Merrimon Avenue, confident that the traffic would stop for him. It did in three lanes. In the other, the left lane heading south, the car hesitated, then sped up and hit the dog. I was angry, but so was the driver in the car in front of me, who screamed at the driver out the window. The dog, meanwhile, lay in the street for a moment, then got up and loped back to the sidewalk. Two girls were standing there, and the dog looked up at them with an expressions that said, “what did I do wrong?”