- Mar 12, 2013
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It was a pup, barely 2 months old. Was cuddling with its mother in the middle of the street. As i approached the duo, I blew my horn; but I don't know what the stupid son of a bitch was thinking, he ran towards me instead of getting away.
The front wheel of my scooter went over him, even as I tried to stop. He squealed, the typical screech that dogs emit when they're in pain. He quickly scurried away from below my scooter and made his way to safety.
The mother bitch started to bark at me, and plus the fact that I couldn't have done anything about it, I left. But now I feel terrible about it. I don't know what happened, if he'll live, die or be permanently disabled.
In retrospect, it was probably my fault. I expected him to run away when I honked my horn, like most strays do; but being young and inexperienced in the ways of the world, he dashed in the way of my scooter.
God I feel so awful. :|
The front wheel of my scooter went over him, even as I tried to stop. He squealed, the typical screech that dogs emit when they're in pain. He quickly scurried away from below my scooter and made his way to safety.
The mother bitch started to bark at me, and plus the fact that I couldn't have done anything about it, I left. But now I feel terrible about it. I don't know what happened, if he'll live, die or be permanently disabled.
In retrospect, it was probably my fault. I expected him to run away when I honked my horn, like most strays do; but being young and inexperienced in the ways of the world, he dashed in the way of my scooter.
God I feel so awful. :|