First, I wake up on 3 1/2 hours of sleep to find one of our dogs injured in the road, after being hit by a car that didn't even bother to stop (still pissed off about that). Going out to tend to it, a bird manages to sneak into the house which we still haven't captured, which has me afraid to go in my room. So, after carrying the dig to our porch in the mud and rain in cold morning weather, it bites my dad on the hand, leaving him with only his left hand working. So, still on hardly any sleep, I must take him to Middleport to get checked out, and get a prescription filled. Then we stop to ask the vet for information, all to have the dog die on the way home. And, look at that, it's not even noon yet. All because some (more than likely) idiot hunter was too bloodthirsty for his first kill of the season to take time to properly drive on a country back road at in the dark.
Oh, and by the way, thanks for stopping, buddy. Glad you were humane enough to not even stop and check after you hit a person's damn dog. My mom and dad are crying thanks to you. He was 8, he likely only had a couple years left, but he still didn't need to die like that. End rant.
