We stop for a doggie potty break on the C curve of the main arterial in our neighborhood. The SUV with the little rat dog drives by, the rat dog yapping loudly in a threatening tone, its head out the window. Suddenly, with the SUV 8 ft beyond us at the curve apex the little rat dog flies out the window, somersaulting through the air, landing on its feet on the pavement behind the SUV.
JJ, Benny and I stand stunned and speechless. Its 8:30am in the morning and flying dogs are unexpected. The car behind the SUV stops dead. JJ and Benny recover from their surprise and head off to herd the little rat dog. I grab JJ’s collar as he gets up. It’s a double leash so once I’ve got one, I’ve got both.
The woman and her son race out of the SUV to pick up the little dog, who is hobbling back toward them. They grab the dog and scramble back to the SUV, a little shell shocked. The good news is the dog isn’t hurt. The better news is the dog shut up. It seems hurtling out the window taught him a lesson. But if I know little rat dogs, he’ll soon forget it.