The neighbour to my work has a big black dog that the owners seemingly don't feel the need to put on a leash
or keep in a yard
or train
(Country folk, I tell ya)
And I constantly see it running down the highway or across the road in a field.
As an animal lover I always want to call it to me to save it from the treacherous minivans lurking on the road, but my boss has a spidey sense for dog lovers and yells DON'T CALL THAT DOG OVER HERE whenever it comes within my sight
(which, according to my blog title, you can assume isn't the best, but is sufficient enough for me to justify not wearing my glasses at work.)
INTRO DONE, LETS GET TO THE JUICY STUFF!
So I'm driving to work the other day and as my reliable ol' Escort crests the top of a hill, I see it.
A large dark mass in the middle of the road.
And I think OH NO NO NO NOT THE DOG.
As I drive closer I detect a second colour to the black lump: RED.
And I think OH GOD NO NO NO.
I've gone into sadness mode and start to slow down my car, I see red spilling out from the black mass and I assume someone's hit this poor dog and its now bleeding in the middle of the road.
(Darwin's theory aside, even if the dog is dumb enough to run on the road I'd like it to still be alive.)
And as I approach beside the dog, I see that it is not a dog at all
but a black bag filled with garbage, the kind with red built-in ties to close it when its full.
Still though...
LITTERING. >:(
