So today was one of those days in the history of Bev I'd like to take a pill and completely forget.
My brother has a term that he and his friends use. They say they're broken when they're having one of those days, weeks or however long the span of time is, when it all seems to go wrong and one ends the day feeling broken. I can safely say it's been one of those weeks for me. Thank goodness the week is just about done though.
The reader's digest version, because that's how long it took for the incident to happen is this.
I was driving to work, while listening to NPR...yes I still listen and I know I'm a geek...when a little white, furry and cute puppy darted out in front of me. There was no time to hit the brakes because that's how fast it happened. Before I knew it my car hit the dog with full force and I heard and felt the most horrific sounds, and then I saw a white ball of fluff fly across my car into the middle of the street.
This was followed by me screaming and then sobbing. I have to tell you, I am not an animal lover, never have been. But I would never ever hurt an animal on purpose.
Needless to say I was and still am a bit traumatized. Some poor family is out there mourning the loss of their little white fluff of fun, meanwhile I'm feeling like a dog killer.
The officer assured me it wasn't my fault and said it's a dog owner's responsibility to always keep their dogs on leashes. But I gotta say it didn't really comfort me too much.
I am ready for a new week.