Apparently my coworkers think my rants are entertaining. One of them thought they were so entertaining he decided to make me a blogspot. So let’s start this thing off right shall we? How about a rant *ahem* blog about how much rude people annoy me? Yesterday I was walking my more than adorable best friend Lancelot (pictures to come), when out of absolutely nowhere this un-leashed dog ran out into the street and was hit by a car (a black Nissan Maxima with California tags and a male, blond haired driver to be specific). The driver whom I speak about, drove off like nothing had happened and left this poor dog in the middle of the road whimpering. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you view the world) I have an extremely soft spot in my heart for animals. So I tied Lancelot’s leash to my belt loop, picked up this dog, who weighed about 60 pounds, and whose name was Gracie, and started hiking the seven blocks back to my car so I could take the poor girl to the Emergency Vet. When I got to the EV, I called the number on Gracie’s collar and left a message on the machine. About three hours later, I get a call from this ridiculously sweet lady who is from Carlsbad. For those of you who don’t know the California geography, that’s 40 miles from San Diego. That’s a LONG way for a dog to go in a couple of days. I felt like I was part of a “Homeward Bound” sequel when this lady and her grandson walked in to get her dog. All that said, Mr. Black Nissan driver: you best hope I don’t see your car parked on the street where I run, or Carrie Underwood will have NOTHING on me.
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