Parker spotted someone walking in the sidewalk across the street.
It is unclear if Wilson reacted to Parker, or if he saw the same person on the sidewalk.
It was early and late at the same time. Early to be out with the dogs, late for me to get to campus. My students would be presenting their final projects for critique and I would be happy to conclude the semester and see if they had absorbed more than it appeared most days.
I was distracted. I looked to the side of the house as Parker raced toward me and Wilson raced toward the front of the fence.
And then, as if in slow motion: CRASH!
It was fast, it was loud. It was a head-on collision right out of a glossary.
I had to quickly check for missing teeth and blood. I had to run my hands over each dog to see if my touch produced a yelp. Everything seemed okay. I took the dogs inside, offered them treats (which they took), and headed out to school.
Driving home after class my mind jumped from conclusion to conclusion. I hurried out of the car and darted through the yard. The same yard where the crash had taken place.
As soon as I heard the familiar barking and whining welcoming me home, I burst into tears.