Good Danish made quality. Good on you.

Last night while driving home I saw a dog running across the street so I slowed down to let it cross. As I was thinking to myself ‘who do you belong to, buddy?’ the guy behind me honked, flashed his brights, decided there was no reason for him to wait on me and zipped around me. When he saw the dog he hit his brakes but not fast enough. By the time he stopped he’d already run it over and at that point he apparently just decided to slam on the gas and drive on.

I got out of my car immediately and a girl parked nearby who’d seen it happen ran over to help. The dog was seriously injured, its bag legs were crushed and its hindquarters were a ruin. There was blood everywhere. It was still alive, though. Alive and aware. It looked up when I approached and cried and licked my hand when I wrapped it up in a blanket the girl had. I helped her get it into the back of her car so she could take it to the nearby animal hospital. She took my cellphone number so she could tell me what happened.

She never called, so I called the animal hospital earlier today to get an update. I don’t wonder why she didn’t call. Shortly after taking the dog in, they decided that they would have to put him to sleep. His injuries were far too bad.

I know he was just a dog and he wasn’t even my dog, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look of agony mixed with trust on the dog’s face when I wrapped him up. Given this is QT3, I’m sure someone will be along shortly to shriek at me that I’m humanizing a dumb animal, but I don’t know if I’ll ever not be completely broken up inside when I think about it.

I’m one of the QT3’ers who think many people are overdoing how they treat their pets.
This is something else. Of course something like this would affect you, and I would do what you did. To bad you didn’t have time to take the license number of the shitheel driver. What he did, must be an offense everywhere.

A doctor never told me that. I figured it all out on my own. I know I am only focusing with one eye at a time because I can switch which eye I am using at will. As a result, while I do get SOME depth because even an unfocused picture is still a picture, the glasses things never worked because I’m not really using both eyes at the same time.

I think I blacked out. I’m not sure. I just woke up with my ass on the floor with my arm wrapped around my knee (maybe), accelerated heart rate, rapid heavy breathing (maybe). I have some scrapes and mild cuts on my knee and a mark on my head where I hit my head (more like a long curved scratch).

I say maybe on the placement of my arm, because it has blood on it, but the blood had dried and the rapid heavy breathing stopped as if someone flipped a switch once I came to. It was more like fevered panicked dreaming, bam… “WTF. Why am I on the floor?” Normal breathing, slightly faster heart rate, as I survey my surroundings trying to figure out what the hell happened.

I don’t know how long I was “out.” I went to bed late (1-2 ish) and the last thing I remember is getting up to use the restroom as sometimes I do at night. I don’t remember the fall or anything leading up to me waking up other than what’s described above. So, I could have tripped in my stupor ( I might as well be drugged right after I wake up) hit my head and blacked out, just blacked out and hit my head, or fell back asleep mid step. The semi-scariest thing I can think of was maybe it was a heart attack? But I figure I would remember the before hand.

Anyway, there were no white lights, no singing angels or delusions (just the feeling I was pleading to myself), just bam, out, on the floor, bam up and I’m awake. I was out long enough for the cuts to start to scab over. I had to scrape away some of the dried blood (a lot of it was wet on my knee too) to get inside the cuts to clean them out. However, if that is what a heart attack is like, that’s my preferred method of kicking the bucket, a nice clean severed memory of the actual event. Waking up trying to figure out what happened kinda sucks though. I really doubt it was that though, much more likely just tripping and falling back to sleep.

Edit: I just wanted to get all the details I could down before I went back to bed in case my memory was foggier when I woke up and figured I’d post about it in the fine tradition of lame uses for QT3.

Fuck, Bahimiron, that’s terrible. I’m tearing up just reading about it and I’m sure I would have cried if I were there. I wish there was a way to remove memories because that’s one you shouldn’t have to live with.

The worst part about that story is that Bahimiron had to deal with the aftermath of some insipid d-bag’s reckless behavior. He’s going to remember the incident and the stupid wanker who actually hit the dog probably won’t lose a single ounce of sleep or feel a drop of guilt.

I wish you had that guy’s plates so you could send the 5-0 after him.

I very seriously doubt that the guy broke any laws aside from illegal passing.

Faaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkk!!!

um - go see a doctor?

I very seriously doubt that the guy broke any laws aside from illegal passing.

Animal cruelty?
Reckless endangerment?

I dunno.

Being a fucking douchebag?

I’ve fainted/blacked out only one time, and it was when I was a kid. I was playing with my cousin, remember skinning my knee or something, and then woke up in an armchair some time later. Now, I’ve dealt with (and had dealt with) all sorts of falls, cuts, bruises, hits, you name it…and never had/have a problem. That one time though, I must have hit my Achille’s knee just right. Maybe you hit something or fell or whatever in your sleepy stumble.

I’ve also got up and started moving around in my sleep two times that I know of. Both times ended up with me falling over. I remember things about them, though, like what I was trying to do when I got out of bed. Both times it was the kind of dream where you think you’re awake. I don’t know, man. You’re probably fine. Might be worth asking a doctor about, though.

Based on the law around here, I’m guessing not. We have two neighbors (not for much longer! I cannot fucking wait until we move out of this god-forsaken neighborhood!) that had an incident this summer. One of them is the type that breeds pitbulls and has no business doing so. The other is an old lady. The old lady had a dog that got into the other people’s yard because their bitch was in heat. Being a male dog, nothing we did could coax him away from the female. When the bitch’s owner came home, he killed the old lady’s dog and it turns out he broke no laws in doing so. Did I mention that I can’t wait to get out of this neighborhood?

(For bonus points, the asshole dog killer’s children call the old lady “old nigger cunt” when she does outside. 'Tis a wonderful world.)

That sounds super, tiohn. Yes, please, move.

And yet, if you were to put him and his family to sleep, that WOULD be against the law. Stupid laws.

So, WTF, it’s legal to just kill your neighbor’s pets? Really?

I am totally not a lawyer at all.

I was under the impression (in the US) that dogs are considered property, so the best you could do is sue for willful destruction of property (or something similar), and for the value of the dog. Of course, unless you’re a breeder or something, the dog’s monetary value is probably pretty small. I don’t think there’s any accounting about pain and suffering that is caused in that case.

Now that I think about it, maybe there would be for service dogs (for the blind, etc, not dogs in the military). But short of that, I don’t think there’s much you can do.

I got a call this morning that the guy who said he’d never gotten a copy of my thesis had submitted a grade as of Friday for it and they just need my other advisor to submit her grade before the 16th. Since they don’t see a problem with that happening, they’re going ahead and ordering my diploma. They’ll just hold it until I turn in my bound copy, which they hand-waved a deadline for, and so as of November 3rd I’ll finally be graduated and edumacated and get my MA and all that shit holy god I can’t believe it.

Part of me is ridiculously happy. The other part of me is wondering what technicality they’ll think up to cause yet another stumbling block before that happens.

That’s pretty much how it is here (and probably how I want it to be) and that dog was on their property.

But when that is said, there’s also a law here that allthough a dog is considered property, not everybody is allowed to kill it. And you’re certainly not allowed to cause any animal suffering and then just drive on. So in the first story reckless driving and animal cruelty would certainly be on the table.

When I took my drivers license (quite recently) I was taught that if there’s people behind me, I’m not supposed to break for small animals (roughly anything smaller than a small dog). But certainly for bigger animals unless breaking would endanger me or the people behind me - but if I hit something I am most certainly supposed to pull over and see what I hit and do whatever’s necessary.

As Hanzii pointed out, it was the fact that her dog was on their property that made it legal. Never mind that they owned the fence between the yards and had refused on several occasions to fix the hole that the old lady’s dog went through. So yes, if your neighbor’s dog is on your property, even if due to your own negligence, you can apparently kill your neighbor’s dog.

Yeah, I’m probably fine. The thing that had me worried was more so my state of mind right before I came to and the breathing. It could been shallow ha,huh,ha,huh,ha,huh… type breathing, like if you hyperventilate, but before I really came to it felt really labored. But then, it disappeared as soon as I was clearly conscious, so it could have been part of a dream. This would be a first for the getting up and falling over for me. Getting up to the use the restroom is a pretty common occurrence and whatever happened, let’s just say there was evidence it happened mid-stream, or in media res if you prefer. =P

I do remember the sensation happening before, but that was when I was on the point of impact of a high speed collision. I remember the hit, the car turning, and the next thing I know I’m already pulling myself out of the car. I didn’t even remember undoing the belt and starting to get out. In that case I blacked out I assume to whip lash and my friends thought I was dead I hadn’t moved for so long. The person who hit the car I was in was wailing and screaming so much they got all the attention. Heh. Unlike this though, I didn’t wake up mid activity just kind of splayed out. Though obviously I did try to use my arm to stop the bleeding at some point (blood was on my forearm).

Thanks for the point of reference though. It does ease my mind a bit.

Faaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkk!!!

um - go see a doctor?

That requires insurance. If I feel any lasting effects though, I’ll head down to the public clinic on a walk in day. Heh.