Driving At Night With My Dog
Sometimes the bad brings us back to the good.
Hershey and I had an adventure tonight. And like most adventures at Chez Potter, it started with a snake.
Now, just hours earlier I had told my mom, “I haven’t seen any snakes in a while. Maybe I got rid of them.”
This, folks, is called jinxing yourself.
I finished mowing the lawn and went inside to drag Hershey out of the AC to go for a walk. Since she was the first out the door, she was the first to see the giant rat snake basking on my sidewalk. And Hersh being Hersh, she was the first to grab a mouthful of snake while I made my typical squealing noises and was basically hypnotized by the size of the GIANT FUCKING SNAKE on my sidewalk where not five minutes before, there had been exactly zero snakes.
Mr. Snake slithered under my steps and I assessed the damage. I had one medium-sized dog foaming at the mouth and shaking her head. Not good. Had it bitten her? No matter — clearly we were headed to the doggy ER.
It was 9:00 at night, which meant that I could actually drive on the highway and make good time.
Yes, I know — why can I drive on the highway at night but not during the day? Who knows. But I had the added incentive of needing to rush my child to the hospital…
