... at least that was the attitude of the tiny chihuahua that jumped out in front of my truck one beautiful summer day.
I was cruising the backroads of West Virginia on a perfect summer day. Everything was fine until I rounded a blind curve and all of a sudden a tiny, fearsome chihuahua jumped out into the center of my lane and planted all four of his tiny, little feet. I didn't have enough time to even touch my brakes as he faced me down with all the lion sized courage that a teensy chihuahua has inside. In my mind I could hear his growl as he bared his teeth and stared me down with pure hate in his eyes.
In the same second I popped him with my truck! I didn't have time to even attempt to swerve. He was just there, challenging me to do battle in the center of the road.
I looked back in my rearview mirror. It was obvious that I didn't need to stop. He was lying there stiff as a board on his back with all four legs sticking straight up into the air. It was so sad but it was also too funny. He looked like something out of a cartoon.