ihavebeenfloated

Posted this on the Shack at about four A.M., figured I’d bring it over here. Notice that I write really long run on sentences with little to no punctuation, or way too many commas. Kinda funny.

Can’t even drive around at 4:00 AM without seeing something terrible. Left at 3:00 AM and saw a husky walking around the main street across from my house, but didn’t think too much of it since I’d probably end up stopping and chasing it around while dodging indifferent speeding cars. (Been there, done that, twice now.)

Get back to the street an hour later and there’s the husky in the center divider still pacing, so I stop and whistle to it and it pauses, and I notice a collar so I turn around and pull over and spot it again, get out, and it ends up facing me down the sidewalk, so I crouch down and he comes over to me, but doesn’t “see” me, and brushes right by me. I manage to pet him but he’s not stopping, he’s too dazed and shocky. His hips are all fucked up, he’s limping, he was obviously hit already.

I don’t want to grab him, because god knows what a shocky dog will do. I get back to my car and grab the Meaty Breakfast Burrito was I muching on and manage to get him to stop in the center divider and he eats it, and I circle around him crouching down trying to see if there are any tags on his collar. Of course, there aren’t any, and once he’s done tearing at the paper to make sure there is no burrito left, he’s off again across the street.

I know, at this point, at this hour, cops are useless and animal control is closed, and I don’t have any leashes and there’s nothing I can do for him, so I leave him while he paces around a parking lot, which makes me feel a bit better, though I know it’s only a matter of time before someone hits him and puts him out of comission for good.

Sigh. ;( If you put a damn collar on your dog, people, get fucking tags, it’s not fucking rocket science.