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While Mom and I sat having breakfast this morning at an outside table of a diner, a truck pulled up and stopped in the parking lot alongside the patio. The windows of the truck were down and I saw a little beagle sticking its head and paws out of the back one. As if in slow motion, I watched it wriggling, sticking further and further out the window, until splat! it fell down onto the pavement below.

Mom gasped. I stood up, and rushed toward the dog, but the man in the truck opened his door quickly and grabbed the stunned, staggering beagle up by its harness, lifting it into the truck. We stared. We could see the man crouching over the dog, examining it, then he rolled up all the windows and drove away.

I don't think the beagle was seriously hurt, but god, what an awful sound, and that guy needs to be more careful. Next time he won't be parked, but speeding down a busy road, and there will be no more beagle to speak of.