I ran over a Rottweiler, who later got his revenge by destroying my alternator.

I was throwing newspapers at 6AM, going 20mph, if that, and dodged a 2x4 in the road. Felt a thump, thought, “Crap! Was there another one?”

Got out and didn’t see anything in the road, looked under the car and there’s the dog. Oh shit. Jacked my car up to get him out, expected blood and biting. No blood and he was completely chill.

Got him in my backseat and palpitated him all over. Looked like a broken or cracked rib or 2 and a mangled pinkie. Hauled him home and called around. Some hippies in a rescue van pulled up and took him for treatment.

Went back to the hood and knocked doors until I found the owners. Went back and saw him again!

The wreck continues… Month later my alternator dies. Mechanic replaced it and showed me the air intake. Jammed with a fine layer of fur.