I look over and see a poor wriggling puppy in the street, limping and crying next to a stopped white Mercedes SUV. After looking on in shock and horror because I thought that the SUV’s back wheel had rolled over the helpless creature, I see the driver get out, walk over to the limping puppy, grab it by the scruff and throw it back into the open window of the car. Then he drove off. I felt sick. I wasn’t sure whether the puppy was going to survive, but was pretty sure that the driver was not going to take it to the vet.
That wasn’t the end though. Half an hour later, a girl comes by with a puppy on a leash that looked suspiciously like the earlier one and she’s crying. The puppy looks ok, wagging its tail, but whimpering every so often.
I eavesdrop on her cell phone conversation and hear her crying about how she can’t keep the puppy and how awful it was that it jumped out of her friend’s car. Finally, I piece everything together and figure out that the puppy didn’t get run over (thank god), but jumped out a moving car’s window some idiot driver had rolled down, and was limping and crying because of the great height it fell.
Seriously put a damper on my entire day, but thankfully I think the puppy is fine.