To be totally honest I’m not sure whether I was more upset that I had just hit a poor, innocent dog or the fact that my car was dented again after only having it back for a week after my last accident.. I didn’t do it on purpose, I am not a dog hater, I tried to avoid it as much as possible, but I was the one who hit it. I’ll admit it. And as soon as it happened I just yelled out “WHY ME?!?!”
If you’ve read My Awesome Driving Pt 1 you’ve seen exactly how wrecked my car was after rear-ending another car on the freeway. After what seemed like an eternity, I got my car back from the shop and shortly after decided to go on a road trip to Los Angeles for the weekend to visit my friends. It was all perfect timing and I was just excited to have my baby back before this fun weekend out.
I was driving on the 405 on my way to UCLA around 4 o’clock. I had hit typical L.A. traffic but after a considerable amount of stand still traffic (0 – 10 m.p.h.) everyone started to speed along. I was trying to avoid as much traffic as I could and was driving in the left lanes. As we all started to speed up (now going about 50 m.p.h.) all of the cars driving in the 3 lanes to my right started to drive pretty recklessly (speeding up and slowing down like as if they were trying to avoid something on the road). At first I didn’t know what was going on because the car directly to the right of me was blocking my view. I soon after spotted exactly what everyone was trying to avoid – 2 large huskies. Unfortunately for both my car and the huskies they were both headed towards my car. One of the huskies was ahead of the other and I just knew there was nothing I could do to avoid him/her. I can (non-dramatically) say that it all happened in slow motion. The right side of my car whacked the husky’s face at about 45 m.p.h. The only fortunate thing about the entire situation was that I was able to avoid completely running over it as it did not go under my tire.
I couldn’t turn back around because I was on the freeway so all I could do was drive on. I immediately called my friend who I was on my way to go visit. I told her what happened and she immediately started laughing because really I cannot stress this enough – this sort of thing only happens to me. Next, I called my mom. She knew I was driving and when she picked up her first words were “what happened now”
I have now told this story to a few friends here and there and they all ask me the exact same question “did the dog die”… I genuinely don’t know but I really really hope both of the dogs made it out of there okay. I also really really hope I never have to go through anything like that ever again.
Since then my mom has given me a rosary she had blessed when she and my dad went to Europe and saw the Pope. She told me to put the rosary in my car because I need Jesus when I’m driving. She’s not wrong.
Sassy (& sorry) as ever, Karla