I was at work this morning when my wife called. She let my dog out to do his morning business--which he's really good about doing across the road in the ditch instead of in the front yard. A truck, flying down the dirt road that accesses the houses and property down from us, hit him doing about 45+ on his way back--with my wife standing right there--and doesn't even hit the brakes much less stop.
Fast forward--no tires got him, but rolled him pretty bad against the underside. Nothing broken, but lots of cuts, deep bruising, and some neurological that I hope will pass once things start healing up and the swelling goes down.
Wife got a good look at the truck, and the #*$&@^#$&*$*(@# (insert whatever choice phrase you wish here--they all passed my lips this morning) had better hope to God I'm not as mad when I find him as I was a couple hours ago. There's a handful out in the area that seem to think our road is a secondary highway--40 to 50 isn't uncommon. Besides us, neighbors on both sides also have animals AND KIDS who are always coming and going amongst us. The county's answer to numerous complaints was to make the 25MPH sign a little bigger and then say "there's not much else we can do for you out there"... Well, okay then--a 147gr. 30 caliber penetrator through an engine block oughta slow things down a little since they won't let us install speed strips... "We wouldn't advise that" was the best they could muster this time.
End of public rant---I'm going to go relieve some frustration on some paper targets... decorated with black pick-up trucks instead of bulls-eye circles...