Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Sad, sad, sad

Last week I was spraying weeds, and at one point I noticed something move in a weedy area along our fence. I glanced back - after having sprayed there - and saw that it was a little bird. It was old enough to move about, but couldn't yet fly... and I had just sprayed it with weed killer. I was immediately bummed. And it was like he was looking up at me wanting to say, "Why did you do that to me?" So I got the garden hose out and thought I would try to spray it off with water. Of course, when I sprayed water on the poor thing it just knocked it over. Then the bird got all flustered. So I sprayed it a little bit, and just left it alone. I was sad for the rest of the night.

And like that wasn't bad enough, then the other day I was coming home from Fort Wayne. I was on Smith Road just south of the dump, where that little church sits. I noticed something in the middle of my lane, and the cars in front of me kept swerving around it. It was raining fairly steady and I couldn't see what it was until I got almost to it, and I noticed it was moving as cars went by. Man... it was a young dog. I don't know if it had been hit or what, but it was laying in the road and was able to hold its head up, and it just looked at each car as it drove past. I felt like the worlds biggest clod driving past. I don't know what I could have done, but I should have done SOMETHING. It had THE saddest look on its face, and was dripping wet...

Stuff like that completely ruins my day. I still feel rotten about it. Sigh...