the dog was dead even a blind man would've smelled the blood and entrails splayed over the road in multi-colored confetti one blank eye staring at a tree it loved to pee on the spirit gone to that great fire hydrant in the sky
the car sat about twenty seven feet away it's skid marks closely matching the ones left in the drivers boxers heart still hammering over the soft sounds of sobbing to the rear of his bumper that lived up to it's name.
the toddler stood on stubby legs shaken but very much alive wrapped in the flesh of her mom who bathed her in comforting kisses
just five minutes ago she had darted into the road in front of the approaching car and the dog without hesitation dashed out and pushed her hard with his nose to safety as the auto in the very next instant crushed him
the neighbors softly wept over his He-Rover-ics until the toddlers father gently cradled the dogs remains in the lap of a shovel and buried him with grateful sighs in the backyard rose garden.