No way this could go wrong.
Today has been a Murphy's day...as in, everything that could go wrong did. I had a rough night last night, followed by a rough day at work.
As if that weren't enough, Jesse went and got himself hit. Thank goodness he is OK, except for a pretty good case of road rash on his back leg. He is putting his weight on it, so that's a good sign. If he's not better in a couple of days, I'll take him in to the vet.
Funny, as long as he'd lived on the street, he was the one I didn't worry about getting hit. I figured he'd know those big noisy things make ouchies.
I guess he forgot.