This morning at 4 a.m. as I snaked around the country roads, there was something in the road with its butt to me. I slammed on breaks and realized it was a beautiful German Shepherd. He had something in his mouth that looked like a mouth full if sticks. I blew the horn a few times and he didn't move so I started rolling toward him and suddenly he was like oh shit that's a truck and I'm in the road...he ran off down a driveway. To pretty to be running loose. He must have escaped his dog pen.
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