Our Shaggy Dog Story

Beth Apone Salamon '90 | July 26, 2017

In between the screams over the phone from my 17-year-old daughter, I could only make out a few actual words. It sounded like she said the dog had been hit. Maybe with a car. Maybe by her. Impossible to say from her unstrung wailing.

I had just begun my 45-minute commute home from work and there was no way to expedite the drive. All I could really do was stay on the phone and try to calm her down and assess whatever terrible situation had transpired between a hysterical teenager and a blond Labrador retriever with a lovely disposition and not much sense.

“You were driving the car?” I asked.

“YAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS!” Sobbing.

 

“And you hit the dog with the minivan?”

 

“YAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Hysterical sobbing.

 

“Do you think you hurt her badly? Did you run over Nutmeg or bump her?”

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! NUTMEG!!!!”

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 by Daily Domer Staff

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