A sad story

As you have probably been noticing, I'm trying to blog a little more often, even if it's boring as hell, which unfortunately (or fortunately) my life is at times.

If you know me, you know I hate animals. Big, little, small, furry, cuddly, stinky, slimy, I don't care. I am not an animal fan.

My kids claim to love dogs and cats, but when it comes down to it, they both have a slight fear of dogs and Maddie has a slight fear of cats that she doesn't know.

Joel loves dogs and would love to own one, but instead he chose to marry me. Maybe his second wife will allow him to have one.

But, I have a confession to make. I cried over an animal the other day. Remember a few posts ago when I said I was more emotional than I used to be. Well, I cried over a squirrel. Yes, A SQUIRREL. Joel would not be pleased about this.

I was driving Dylan to school and I noticed something strange going across the street. It had a tail like a squirrel, but it was moving too slowly and too low to the ground. I think you know where I am going with this.

As my car got closer, I slowed down to get a better look. His back legs had been ran over and were broken and he was dragging himself across the street with his front legs. Crying yet? Me too. I waited until he was all the way across the street so he wouldn't get hit again (although, it might have been a blessing, poor creature - it's not like they have Squirrel Hospitals or anything). I forgot about it until later that day (yea, so I wasn't THAT upset, so shoot me) when I was taking the kids back from school and they reminded me of that little fella, and as we neared where he was when we last saw him, I noticed he was still there. That poor guy had to die all alone on the side of the road after some idiot ran over his back legs and kept on trucking.

Dylan was convinced it was his dad who ran over that squirrel, because he'll swerve at those things every chance he gets. He claims it was not, but nobody will ever know for sure. Except that poor little dead squirrel.