I got a lot shit done last week. Looking forward to repeating it this week.
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I got a lot shit done last week. Looking forward to repeating it this week.
Last edited by Muck Fe; 04-15-2012 at 08:07 PM.
Dear PerC Journal,
Today, I witnessed an SUV in front of me hit a large dog and drove off. As I slowly passed by, the animal was lying there twitching, unsure of if in pain. In my rearview mirror, there it lie, spasming.
The fuckface shouldn't have been doing 55mph-ish in a 25mph residential zone anyway. I called in 911 to report the incident. Gave them the description of the vehicle and license plate who did the hit and run and the location of the soon-to-be roadkill.
It left a guilt in me that I did not stop to check up on said dog. But such that I did not know any veterinarian skills, it wouldn't have done much.
I'm pretty certain 911 headquaters won't dispatch SPCA but instead, a police vehicle to brush the corpse aside for pickup.
Had this been a human being, maybe things would have been different. Had the fuckface drove the speed limit, maybe ... just maybe, the dog wouldn't be on its deathbed.
I do know for certain that one family is going to be disappointed to find out their beloved pet is now gone. Would be more sad if they never find out. Even more sadder if they're JUST roaming around town hanging up 'Have you seen this dog?' posters. Most saddest is a little child hanging up those posters because his/her best animal friend to come home to may not return home.
Dear Dog, I'm sorry I did not stop to console you til someone came to pick you up or saw to it that you safely got to where you had to get to. I will pray to whichever the karma powers that be to bring misfortune to the fuckface that had done this to you without taking responsibility for his/her actions.
Rest in peace.
Regards,
Q
qingdom:
I had the unfortunate experience of riding in the back seat of a car with a college freshman who had the volume cranked way up. I was sitting back there, sort of out of the mainstream as he and his buddy were both pretty tight, and I was suffering a bit from the noise level. Anyway, I was not paying attention until I heard the car horn in a steady blast. I sat up and looked and he was honking at a family of puppies that were each about the size of a football. They were in the road. He did not stop, but slowed, and blew his horn, then ran over the group. I looked back and saw them damaged and writhing. I gave him a piece of my mind, but I did not know what to do to remedy the situation. I was young. It would be difficult now, but it would have made a difference if we had moved the injured dogs from the road, and sought out a vet who would likely have given them a lethal dose of morphine. That would have made a significant difference to the driver if I had insisted that we do that. As it was, I had a very sick feeling all the way home, and even today as I recall the incident of 38 years ago.
I remember when a bunch of us little league players were farting around and we started booing the other team. One guy on our team told us all to shut up. I asked him why (knowing better, and I think I was not an offender, as I'd been taught at home). He yelled at all of us, "Because it ain't Nice!" What is little league, 5th grade? Something like that? To this day I admire him for his courage and willingness to speak out for what was right. It takes just a little bit of courage to make a lasting difference in people's lives.
Regards,
Digger Blue
I saw this happen once and I quickly pulled off the road, prayed traffic would continue to be clear, while I ran out there to get the dog. There was some seedy bar right there and a few ppl came out to ask me what was going on. The dog was still alive, and I put him bleeding in the back of my car. I toted him home telling him he would be ok, and reaching behind me to pet him. He died before I got home and I wailed. Anyway, I buried him. I guess it was a more comfortable death than being left in the road terrified. He had someone petting him and talking to him. And Its probably better his owners didn't just find his carcass in the middle of this highway all gross. :/

Despite my efforts, I'm not turning out to be the good person that I want to be.
You have to think that the dog knew that you were giving him aide. He knew that you were doing what you could for his welfare. I would much rather find my pet neatly set on the side of the road rather than squished in the middle of the road. Sometimes it is all you can do. Sometime the day will come when someone calls you and lets you know that they have rescued your beloved pet from traffic. You will offer a reward, and they will say, "Naw, don't need anything like that." That's when it becomes a really good thing for everybody.
Digger Blue
Confession: I take a lot of things personally, even if I shouldn't, or even if it isn't directed towards me. I'm trying to work on that, but the low self esteem I've grown up with is hard to shake off sometimes. The things people say/do make me wish I wasn't the way I am, but I can't be anything or anyone else, so I feel trapped inside this box of things I'll never be able to live up to. I only want for someone to understand the entirety of who I am without judging me or comparing me to so-and-so. Mostly, as much as i hate it, I'm just another angsty teenager, and this has been another session of "let's complain about our problems." Hopefully, I'll measure up to some of you someday. But it's doubtful.
^^Please ignore all that.

I hear ya. When I was in my teens I was always bothered by parents always comparing me to geniuses who are way younger than me, not living up to their expectations. Though over time I realized my life is my own and became a bit more rebellious but at the same time more independent. While some people might believe just because they're on their teenage years is not that big of a deal, those times are what we treasure the most. When you feel mad or frustrated let it out in a positive way, when you feel sad or depressed cry when you can but stand tall afterwards. Unlike me who is still caught up in the past, you still got time and more opportunities. ......I now feel like an old man....
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