Well, this morning (Sunday), I perhaps did the stupidest thing in my life, and wish I were dead...
I got up around 5 am, as usual, went down to the garage to put accumulated parts on my '72 T-120 Bonny, and of course when I opened the garage door, our littl Shi Tsu came down through the doggy door in a full gait, barking at the top of her lungs at absolutely nothing. This made me irritated, so I marched out into the street and called her, like I had something in my hand to feed her. She reluctantly approached me, and I grabbed her up, opened the Astro Van door, and put her in, shutting the door. Well, you can imagine what happened. Nobody missed her, until around 6 o'clock tonight, when I asked my son to reinstall the seats in the AstroVan, from where we had moved furniture. I was in the back yard, when I heard Kimmy just screaming....I could'nt even understand what she was saying. When my son slid open the Van door, there was Molly's little body stretched out and bloated. She had been dead for about 5 hours I figure, in the 96 degree heat, and all windows up from the previous night rain. I am devastated, and feel like an idiot. Kimmy is still trying to recover. Just shoot me...God knows I deserve it...
