Dead Dogs Follow Me

In the rush that was The Mister’s visit and the inevitable crash of depression when he left (why am I hearing Ke-dollar sign-ha lyrics in my head?), I completely forgot to tell you about my trip up to my sister’s house!  I had to drive about 5 hours from my inlaws place to the town that my sister lives in.  About 2 hours into the trip, I came around the corner and saw the bright red glow of the rear lights on the car ahead of me.  A huge cloud of dust rose up and there was some swerving going on.  I got closer to the cloud, fully expecting to see a car accident, or a car in the ditch, but what I saw was….

1 dead dog.

It was like God was wanting me to feel at home.

4 thoughts on “Dead Dogs Follow Me

  1. Sonya says:

    Oh my word. That. Is. Hilarious.

  2. Di says:

    So did you add him/her to the tally? Or is the tally only for the desert?

  3. whitegirl says:

    Yes, the tally went up by 1. A dead dog is a dead dog, no matter the area code.

  4. Dawnelle says:

    Hm. So do you feel responsible for the dog’s demise?

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