A Tank Trashes a Car

The dog's name is Tank, and after watching him get hit by a car, I can certainly see why, since the car was the one that came off the worse for wear. After the collision, during which there was a loud thump and glinting shards of plastic flew into the air, all Tank did was sidle across the street to his owner and stand next to her waiting to get petted.


Tank, a 150-pound Chocolate Lab apparently lives down the street from me. He's one of those dogs that you pet once and he follows you around. Literally. Like at your heels. So I checked his tags and called his owner. After waiting about 15 minutes, I saw someone I thought might be the owner pull up across the street and so I called out, asking if she was looking for her dog. When she answered, Tank took off toward her. It's amazing how you can judge vectors and speeds in an instant, because as soon as I saw the car, I knew there was going to be trouble. But it was one of those things you couldn't do anything to prevent; you just have to watch and hope for the best.

Well, I guess it was the best that could be hoped for.

Despite smashing the car's turn signal cover or whatever it was, Tank seemed just fine--playful and happy, even. His owner kept calling, "he's okay," but I don't know how much of that was to convince herself that he was okay. I hope she took him to the vet.