When you live in the country you get used to being woken by the loud cow battle crys aka very loud mooing, stepping in sheep sh*t, having muddy paws greet you when you get home, loud diesel engines.
You get used to all sorts of things but, if you are like me...you also forget that you live in the country and that's when stuff gets bad, or stinky in this case.
I was coming home from a trip into town on Saturday night, it was dark, but it was only 8pm. One thing that I had to get used to when I moved to the country was the lack of street lights. I don't mind it although, it does result in driving about 10 under the speed limit.
I was about 5 miles from home when I saw a black dog walking alongside the side of the road. It was a small dog further adding to my worry, it was a bichon or something of the like.
As I usually do when I see a furry four-legged on the side of the road, I started to slow down and veered to the left side of the road to pull up alongside it. If I could get it in the car, then maybe it would just stay with us for the night since Animal Control has already closed.
I started to roll my window down and just then, there it was...
the white stripe of DEATH.
I couldn't roll up my window fast enough, hence the new perfume I'm wearing today.
and that is what happens when you forget you live in the country. I seriously can not make this stuff up.