Way back in '90, I was biking across the US. I had just started for the day and a dog came trotting across his yard out into the street to say hello to me--wasn't being agressive towards me or anything. But a truck was coming around a fairly blind corner and hit him. No blood but his was crying for about 30 seconds or so.
It was really horrible--not only that I couldn't do anything--I was riding and couldn't stop the car driver but that I really thought the dog just wanted to say hello to me, wagging his tail as he came...
I'm was more than a bit mad at the owner who let the dog just wander around.
The driver stopped and pulled him to the side of the road and asked if he was mine. Although he was a gruff farmer type (in Missouri, I think), I think he was mad that the dog was loose and got himself hit.
Now, that's pretty much my biggest fear for my dog--her getting away from me and getting hit.
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