Guilty.
I ran over a dog.
Crushed her.
There wasn't space to move over, or time to stop. It was a convoy, at night, in Baghdad. Water and food for the boys.
That's...
So now, every dog is petted, every foal loved, every mare attended to. Sheaths cleaned. Whatever.
Whether or not this had an affect on my becoming Zoo, trying to make it up to her? I don't know.
So now, I can use my F-250 as a road block to allow a goose and her goslings to cross the road.
And deer.
And Elk.
When you read/hear about some jackass blocking the road for birds? Deer? Elk?
That would be me. If not in person, in Spirit.
I ran over a dog. So I made a decision.
Love first. Bad-ass, as needed.