Doggy

     If there is such thing as a concentrated daze, then I was fully in one on the walk back home. The sun was out and the same herd of goats from the afternoon were still out grazing. I crossed one small dog who was walking the road alone. A scooter with three passengers zipped by. Nothing out of the ordinary. The terrible noise came suddenly. There was no warning. Not even a honk. Just a sudden stream of painful yelps. The scooter must have ran over one of the dog's paws. One or the other hadn't been paying enough attention. I thought the dog would stop running to at least lick its wounds. I braced myself for a mangled bloody mess as he bolted back toward me. There was none. The scooter had stopped. But the dog just kept on running. He ran down the road, took a left and then another left. He didn't stop once. He never even slowed down. He just rant straight home. And he didn't stop crying until he reached.