If you have a dog... please read

Well, there are many posts I have been waiting to write, like, showing off how I am decorated for Christmas, dicussing my tonsilectomy, and explaining and showing how David, who will be six months on the 16th, SAT UP on Friday night. Yes, he did! I actually have the video of the second attempt to prove it. I wish you could see him right now. We went to dinner at the Smith's house and he fell asleep on the way home. So, Matthew goes to bed and I wake him up to get him (David) ready for bed and give him his last bottle. Well, he has to stay upright for at least 30 minutes after eating, so I get the boppy out of the closet and prop him up on it on the couch. I grabbed my computer to start writing this, and the little booger pulled himself up to a seated position and is sitting here smiling at me and making noises at me. I can only imagine what he's saying.... "Mama, what are you typing? Play with me??"

Anyway, the reason I am not writing about all of those things above is because I have been debating on writing a blog on this for a few months and tonight I had a reminder of it and decided to go ahead.

In October, I was on my way to Prattville for a Halloween party that David was invited to. I was on the interstate and passed a small, red truck with a huge bloodhound in the back. The dog was going back and forth, from side to side and an older woman was driving the car. I kept thinking to myself that the dog was going to jump out of the back of that truck. He really was bigger than the truck. Well, I got in front of the truck to take the loop from 85 onto 65. As I looked in my rearview mirror, I saw the truck come down the loop and the dog fly out of the back of the truck! I screamed and (I know it scared David half to death), but I couldn't believe what I had just seen. I knew that dog was going to come out of that truck. It rolled in the middle of the interstate, and somehow, every car coming towards it, missed it. It hobbled up and hobbled off to the side of the interstate. I saw the lady pull over and the last thing I could see in my rearview mirror was the lady get out of the car and run to the side where the dog was.

Okay, now, if you know me, you know I am a HUGE dog lover. I have a "baby" of my own. A yellow lab, Shot. I got him when he was 6 weeks old and raised him. He truly is my baby. He is the sweetest dog in the world and all my friends can atest to that. He will be 5 next July and I truly don't know what I'll do when he is gone. Okay, I can't even type that without crying. (side note... Matthew thinks its funny to discuss that and watch me boo hoo for hours, literally.) Mean, I know.
Anyway, after I saw the dog fly out, I was shaking and didn't know what to do. I wanted to help, but as a mother (mother's out there will understand), my first instinct went to my son in the back of my car. I couldn't pull over on the interstate and leave him in the car on the side of the road to a help a dog. It was killing me. I wanted to make sure that dog was okay. The only peace I had was that I didn't see it get hit by a car and it did get up and hobble off the road. The whole way to Prattville I was shaking and crying and on the way back, that was all I could think of. When I got back onto 85, I actually got off the exit to go back towards Prattville so I could drive by and make sure the dog wasn't lying in the grass. He wasn't.
For the next week or so, every time I closed my eyes to go to sleep I saw that dog fly out of the truck. Basically, this event has traumatized me. The whole thing came back to me tonight as Matthew and I were on the interstate on our way home. I saw a truck with the most beautiful, monster, yellow lab in the BACK! Oh, it just burns me up when I see that.
I guess my reasoning for writing this post is to plead with you dog owners out there to please not put or let your husbands put your dogs in the back of the truck. You really have no idea what they are going to do... even if they have ridden in the back millions of times, you might have to swerve or something else. Anyway, I just don't want a dog owner or another driver to have to witness what I did. It was truly awful.

I know my sister and probably everyone who reads this is probably laughing at me, but I just couldn't help it. I had to "shake my finger" for once. I don't think I could bear to see that happen again.

Take it or leave it, but, trust me, you'd be better off taking it.