What the hell? What you drinking bro? Lulz
I had a basset hound in the ‘60s, Sam. Sam was killed by a teenaged girl driving the family station wagon to school. She was running late, speeding, and trying to apply makeup. When she crested a hill, she saw Sam. She panicked, lost control, and ran over Sam in the middle of a neighbor’s yard.
The neighbor called us. My mom took me and Sam to the vet. The vet said nothing could be done to save him. I took the chain from around his neck and put it around my own. I took a note to school about being late. My mom went to work.
I’d just transferred to this high school and didn’t know many people. I had to witness the girl telling others of her trauma and securing the sympathy she sought. She never apologized for killing Sam. No one offered me condolences for his loss.
A redneck boy grabbed the chain around my neck and tried to choke me. I shouldered him into a locker, and he let go. A teacher saw this and sent me to the principal’s office. When questioned, I calmly and flatly told the assistant principal and counselor all that had transpired that morning. The counselor gave me a hall pass and sent me to the class I was supposed to be in at that time.
Sam was a good dog, friendly to everyone.