So I have nothing against sand people…they just annoy me. As long as they stay out of my way, we can coexist peacefully. But it’s appalling what sand people are capable of. On my way home from a trip to Ikea, I caught view of an object moving in the back of a utility truck. My heart literally sank to the floor when I realized what the object was: a dog. It was running around frantically in the tiny space that is the bed of such a truck as the truck was barreling along at 70+ mph. Not only that but it was NOT in any way tied to anything and the sides of the truck were so low that one misstep would have led to dead dog on my windshield. Dogs shouldn’t be placed in the back of trucks to begin with, but if you’re going to do it, at least tie the dog to something! Would you put your kids back there? I would hope not. So it really evades me as to why these people choose to do so with their dogs, which are as helpless and reckless as children. This particular guy was also yapping away on his cell phone, so he probably didn’t even notice his dog freaking out in the back of his truck, whereas everyone behind him was switching lanes to avoid having a dog fly into their windshield. He probably won’t notice until he arrives at his destination one day with no dog. For the sake of his dog, I really hope it doesn’t come to that. PLEASE restrain your dog if you have to put it in the back of your truck.
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