Puppy Pie

Something horrible happened yesterday that I've been having a really hard time not thinking about ever since it happened. Around 10 am, I was taking my recycling out, placing it neatly into the bin, when I heard a woman right across the street from me call her dog's name out frantically. "Buddha, Buddha!" It caught my attention, and I looked up just in time to see the big black lab, who had run out into the street, get hit by a car. Hard. He screamed, ran over to the side of the road where his owner was watching in horror, and laid down at her feet. He never got up again. It was so devastating to see that happen, I was paralyzed on my porch, sobbing, and couldn't even go over to her to help her. Luckily, the man who hit the dog and several other pedestrians came over to help, but the dog never even made it to the vet.

Besides feeling angry at the woman for not having her dog on leash in a very heavily trafficked part of town, I've also been feeling panicked that something like that could happen to my dog. I ALWAYS keep Yoshi on a leash and harness when we are out, and he's never gotten away from me in the 3 years we've been together, but he has gotten away from others, and he is so strong-willed and unpredictable when we are out. All it takes is for him to get away from me ONE time, and I could be in the same situation as that woman. I haven't been able to get enough of Yoshi since I saw that. I just want to pet him and scratch him and snuggle him until he can't stand me. He got a new bone today, and a lot more treats than usual yesterday. And in Buddha's honor, I felt inspired to share some photos of my Yoshatron.