This is why you don't help out strangers...

Ok, so I stick around work a little late to finish up some stuff. I live about a mile from the office and it was a nice day, so I decided to walk home. So I'm enjoying a casual stroll down Washington Street...as I approach Halsted I hear a little dog yipping, then a different dog bark and a woman yell!

I look across the street and see a little dog bolt into the road, in slow motion I see this cute little dog make it across one lane, and then BAM! I'll spare the details, but the dog was out, still alive, but out cold. So assessing the situation and seeing that the woman was alone I had to step in and help(I couldn't leave the thing in the street). So I carried the dying dog to the shoulder, and as it died in my arms I got directions to the nearest vet for the lady, then took off my undershirt, wrapped it up and put it in her trunk.

I get home and Dakota freaks out, she can smell this dog on me, not too hard for a beagle to do. Not hard at all I came to realize since my leg and shoe were covered in this dogs blood.

So this good deed turns into and $8 cleaning bill and a $70 pair of shoes. 78 frickin' dollars because I had to be a nice guy and help out this poor old women out with her mutt. All I was trying to do was help out a neighbor. And it cost me almost 80 bucks.

Oh well, I'll try to look on the brighter side of it all...at least it wasn't her child and I got a new pair of shoes. Now trust me, it won't stop me from helping people out, but damn it was expensive.