The Least Surprising Post Ever

Today, the white dog I hate got hit by a truck. Kudos to the truck driver who slammed on his brakes as hard as he could and also didn't succumb to the temptation to swerve or he would have sent another truck careening into us. As much as I've fantasized about watching that little fucker die, I'm glad to report both that it didn't get hit that hard and thus ran off as its owner called "Rhonda" or "Bronson" after it and that I shouted, no, no, and screamed, so there's still some humanity in this heart after all. That dog... Is it surprising that it didn't listen to its owner as she called it away from us? No, it's the least well-trained dog on the planet, and I say that owning a dog whose only trick is 'sit.' Is it surprising that the owner watched that dog get hit and didn't even flinch or run over to it? No, considering how fucked up that dog is, I would have guessed it didn't really have someone to spoil it. I hate that dog, but I feel bad for it. And I'm pretty sure that I heard the owner smacking it when she finally caught up to it. To which I say "thanks, you heartless motherfucker, for teaching your dog to associate our appearance with it getting beat. I'm sure that will make our trips by your house even more pleasant."