So I went to Church like I do pretty much every Wednesday night.
We ended up having to stay late because my dad kept everyone late for choir rehearsal for the Christmas stuff...
But yea, so my dad lost his shoes somehow, so I drove us home.
We were pretty close to home, and just stopping at a stop sign, when a dog decided to cross the street. Obviously, I waited for it.
I like dogs. Running over them is mean.
Anyway, so the dog had just made it's way across the street, when some crazy car totally ran the stop sign right in front of us at a good 65-70 mph.
Had that dog not decided to cross just then, my dad, brother and I would have been smashed like toast, and we'd probably be dead.
Or at least very, very, very hurt.
I like dogs.
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