I wish I could replay this.
So I went for a little walk before supper. To get my appetite going, as it were. As if it needs it, ha! But anyway. After a few blocks in my suburban neighbourhood, I’m approaching a family across the street from me. I don’t know them. They’re speaking a language I’m not familiar with. There’s a mother, father, a couple of kids… and an adorable little white poodle, that looks a lot like this one.
I slow my pace, intending to cross the street to greet the dog, it’s so darn cute. But as I keep watching, I see that the little guy is kind of excited, prancing around near the father, who is in the midst of loading some items into his SUV parked in the driveway. The dog is trotting first one way, then the other, and I fully expect that any minute the man is going to ask one of the kids to take him out of the way, inside. Or put him on a leash. Or some other sensible thing.
But no. What does he do? All of a sudden he reaches down, picks up the pup, and plops him on top of the roof of the car. Yes. The high, hot roof of the SUV. That’s been sitting under the burning sun all day.
The dog, probably bewildered (unless he’s been stuck up there before, like an object), darts to and fro on the roof – my heart’s in my mouth, I think maybe he’ll fall, slide off, or jump off, to escape the burning metal.
Seconds pass, my mouth’s dropped open, I’m wracked with indecision, wanting to say something, but paralyzed, when finally the idiot man plucks the pup off the roof and then – then I can’t look anymore, I am so disgusted.
But am I more disgusted with him? Or with myself?
I know what I should have done… but I can’t rewind time. Sigh.