Yesterday was a pretty rough day for me at work, more on that later.
Matt, being the wonderful amazing sweet person that he is treated me to my very favorite meal. Take-out chicken corn soup from the gas station down the street and a picnic at the park.
What can I say I am just THAT high-maintenance.
We had just sat down to eat our delicious meal when three little hoodlums whizzed by on their scooters.
One of the HIT MY DOG.
Yeah. He hit my puppy, my Jaco. Little punk. Jaco was leashed, so it's not like he was out running and got in their way, we were sitting under a pavilion and the kids just HAD to scoot through that instead of staying on the sidewalk where they belong.
Jaco flew in a somersault and promptly urinated all over himself. He then came cowering over to me and sat in my lap, which is what he automatically does when he is either scared or hurt. He was shaking for about 5 minutes until I shared some of my soup with him, then he forgot all about the scooter incident and decided he liked the park again.
But really, the kid was like..I don't know...8. Where were his parents? I was LIVID, and that little miscreant didn't even apologize. Accidents happen, I get that, really I do. Matt had to stop me from marching over to the kid and making him apologize to my dog. When did kids stop learning manners? (or rather, when did parents stop teaching manners?)
What if he had hurt my dog? Or worse...what if that had been a small child that he ran over?