So my dog jumped out of the window of my moving car today. He was so nervous/wound up that he thought we were going to Petco and he got a little crazy and jumped out. My roommate was with me and she saw it happen... I was watching the road, as I was slowing down to turn. She yelled "Bandit!" and I went to turn to look in the backseat and that's when I caught him in my side mirror standing in the grass. I pulled over next to the curb and Holly (roomie) jumped out of the car and went and grabbed him. As soon as she got to him, he knew he was in trouble b/c he laid down and put his head down. Then a creepy man stopped to ask if it was my dog and said that it didn't look like he hit the curb or anything. He seemed fine and I check his teeth, ears, and rubbed all his joints. I also pushed around a bit on his stomach and he didn't whimper or anything, so he should be fine. Needless to say, he lost the privilege of having the windows down very far. Fun times!
Oh... you thought I was going to talk about the economic bailout?
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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