This evening we decided to take a walk to find fresh milk. We heard that this little place down the road sold it in the morning and evening. The kids were super excited about tasting such fresh milk. Especially after drinking UHT milk. So we all took off out of our yard and hung a left to the main road.
Addie was in the lead, riding her imaginary pony, galloping down the sidewalk. The cars were flying by and I had just turned to tell Elizabeth to walk on the sidewalk and not on the edge of the road, when behind me, I hear a scream from Addie. I whirled around and saw a dog come running out of the house we were walking in front of and, not sure if Addie's screaming scared it, or maybe there was another dog on the opposite side of the road, but that dog bolted out into the road and within 5 ft of the kids and I, a car slammed into this dog. The car didn't slow down in the least and drug that poor thing for about 20 yrds, until if finally spit it out and the dog proceeded to yelp and turn circles in the middle of the road. All of the kids started yelling and/or crying. Their eyes were huge. The girls immediately came running to me and buried their faces in my stomach... (just to clarify, that's why I have such a large, cushy stomach. For times like these. Wouldn't want to take away the kids comfort) and Bridger started pacing back and forth with such a look of terror in his eyes, it made me almost lose it. I couldn't reach him because of the other 3 hanging onto me.
Amazingly, the dog crawled over to the side of the road. He knew he had to get out of there. The owner came out of her house and started apologizing to the kids and telling them not to look. Grandma came out with her grandson and told me how bad that dog was, always trying to play in the road. Then started up a conversation about how happy she is that we are her new neighbors.
The dog got carried to her home to die and we proceeded on our journey to find milk. We walked a mile to the shop, with Addie crying at every street we had to cross because she was afraid of getting hit by a car (because David had decided to take this incident and put the fear of God into them about the roads in Tonga).
We arrived at the shop , only to find it closed. Maybe tomorrow. We started the mile back and it was much better because the kids spotted a little calf and they stopped to pet it and they forgot the horrific accident of the previous hour. Our family walk ended up good...and interesting.
Btw, the dog died...and went where all good or bad dogs go in Tonga. Into some one's belly.
