A Moment of Silence Please

Had a blast at the Biltmore, but last night on the way home, we hit (and killed) a BIG mangy stray dog that wandered out onto the highway, and in front of our car.

Of course when we hit him it was late at night, and we didn't see him until we were RIGHT on top of him - we were going about 70 and there was nothing we could do to avoid impact. It was - BOOM - loud and fast and scary. :-(

It was a bummer for lots of reasons:
1. Poor big mangy dog lost his life.
2. Was a major buzz-kill for what, otherwise, had been a fabulous weekend away with the girls.
3. Totally messed up the front end of Chrissy's brand new car (stuff like this always happens when you're driving a brand new car.... have you noticed???)

So, after the scary impact, we coasted over to the emergency lane and called 911 because the car wouldn't move - it was pretty badly mangled. Of course, the 911 operator wanted to know exactly where we were (we had no clue... we were in East Bumble.... no buildings or lights or cross roads anywhere).

It took Barney Fife and his posse about 30 minutes to locate us (good thing none of us were injured....) BUT the good news was, once they got there, they were able to remove the portion of the car that had wrapped itself around the tire and the wheel well, thus enabling the car to once again roll forward, and us to continue our journey back home to Atlanta.

One more adventure to tell the kids about. But I'm still sad about the dog.