Our dog Star, who is not a star, randomly threw herself at a moving car on our walk today. I wasn’t ready, because she typically saves her “crazy” for big, mean trucks and yappy little dogs that look like bunnies.
I don’t know what snapped in that dog-brain of hers. It’s a beautiful day. A regular car. No loud car rumble. No young pup hanging its head out the window taunting her.
But her leash was loose. I wasn’t ready.
My dog was hit by a car today. Or really, the car was hit by Star. A full body slam.
A smack and a yelp.
The car slowed, but drove on.
She hobbled to my side. Sat down, holding her paw up to be checked like she knows the drill. Like she gets injured battling evil cars all the time.
Then Star, who is not a star, dragged me around the neighborhood as if nothing had happened.
I kept the leash tight and Star close. She ignored the yappy dogs. Discovered no bunnies. Didn’t notice the other cars at all, until a little red sportscar passed on our return home.
I don’t know what snapped in that dog-brain of hers, but this time, I was ready. Star and the car survive to see another day.