“…Eyeballs…” Book II: 28. Guide Dog Chronicles: Hit By A Car

#28. Guide Dog Chronicles: Hit by a Car

That fateful day, Grace and Sandy put our many bags of groceries into two carts to get them to the van. The plan was for Sandy to push the first cart and steer the cart Grace would push. I was at proper heel position.

We stopped just outside the door at the crosswalk. A car stopped at the stop sign. We proceeded into the crosswalk toward our van in the handicapped parking slot. As we were walking, Grace heard a man yell very loudly. At the same moment she realized that the man was Sandy, she heard a thump and a yelp. I was hit hard on my left flank and thrown to Grace’s far right. As Sandy continued to yell at the woman through her closed window, Grace immediately took off my harness and made me lie down.

After she’d felt me all over and found no broken bones or blood, a stranger escorted us to our van. I walked with them and hopped into the back seat. I was okay; just shaken-up and sore.

Believe me, it is a lot safer to take Grace to church.

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