Tonight after picking up the kids from school I took an alternative route home so I could swing by our mailbox and pick up our mail. As I was driving down the street a little pug dog came running out of nowhere. I slammed on my brakes.
Zach yells from the back seat, "Mommy what are you doing? Why did you stop so fast?!"
I didn't hear or feel a thump.
My eyes started to tear up as I started to panic that I hit a dog - someone's pet, someone's little special 'someone'.
I put the car into park and opened my door and there was the little pug right at my door trying to jump into the car with me. I picked him up and hugged this strange dog and that when I saw the owner coming from around the corner.
I asked if this was his dog and he said yes. That he had broken free from his leash and decided to go for a run.
When I got back in the car Zach asked, "Is the little dog OK?"
"Yes, the dog is OK," I replied.
"Mommy, can I get a live puppy for Christmas this year? A puppy like that would fit in a box under our Christmas tree."
Zach's comment made me smile which was exactly what I needed right then.
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