Priss
- April 01, 2006
- 4 comments
At the beginning of the year, I was helping my parents build a ramp at my grandparents’ old place. While we were working on the ramp, a skinny, skiddish dog came running up from down the dirt road. She was a mix between a red and blue heeler. She must’ve been abused as a pup, because she was quite timid and would cower if you even looked at her.
We tried to get my grandparents to take her, but they didn’t want her. We left her the first day, and my grandparents tried yelling at her and throwing things at her unfortunately. The second day, she was still there, so my parents tried taking her down the road she came from, thinking she had wandered away from the fox run down there. When we came back the third day, she was there again. She was truly a pitiful sight, so I decided I’d take her home with us.
It took a while, but she eventually figured out we weren’t going to abuse her. She started perking up and would come up to us wanting some loving. She would still get scared easy, but it was nothing like she used to be. She loved it when I would take my mini Dachshunds outside to play with the ring. She would chase the ring and them all over the place. She was kind of destructive, but that was mainly because she was bored.
This morning, my dad was by the road installing the mailbox for my grandparents since we moved them onto our land. She was just following him and wandered a bit out into the road. Some idiot in a Dodge duelly, engine roaring, going way too fast and carrying a trailer with a big generator in it came flying by and hit her. She went skidding down the road a ways, and he never even slowed down. Dad didn’t notice it at first because she didn’t make any noise. He looked up a few seconds later and saw her flopping in the road. At first he thought she was playing and told her to get out of the road, but then he saw the blood. Before he could reach her she was dead.
He and I buried her behind our barn. It’s weird burying one of your dogs. Besides the insane amount of blood, it looked like she was just sleeping.
My mother thinks she knows who hit her. He’s always driving like a bat out of hell down this road. Chances are if he would’ve been going the speed limit, she wouldn’t have been hit. She was afraid of cars and would’ve got out of the way, but since he thought he was in a NASCAR race, she got killed.
I hate idiots like that, and there seems to be a lot of them around here. Some of them will go out of their way to hit a dog. I can only hope his truck breaks down and he has to settle for some Yugo or something. The bastard.
I really wish this was an April Fool’s entry, but sadly it isn’t.
Spencer Graham
April 2, 2006
I’m sorry to here that. It’s ashamed there are people like that. He should at least be a man, and stop to appolagize. I backed up over a cat once; I picked her up and brought her to the owner’s house. I then helped bury her. I’ve had a few pets hit by cars or go missing, and I wish someone would have taken the time to contact me.
May Priss rest in peace.
You’re right, Russ. Imagine if a kid would’ve run out or something. The guy would be in jail for a long time right now.
And you’re right too, Spencer. The guy would be less of an asshole if he would’ve stopped and helped us with her. I’m sure he went and bragged about hitting a dog on the road to his friends though.
One good note, my mother knows the cops real well since she works in the courthouse. She had a deputy come out and told him about what happened. She knew they wouldn’t do anything about him hitting Priss, but she knew they would talk to him about his speeding. When she mentioned what happened, the deputy said they would be looking out for this guy. He said if he drives like that down our road, he drives like that all over the place. If they catch him speeding like that again, he’s going to have a hard time.
casey
Very sad story Chris. Even scarier, it sounds like your dad could easily have been hit too.