Of all the ridiculous and obnoxious things I have witnessed from my 8th floor apartment, tonight I saw one of the most sad and reprehensible acts the local pieces of shit around could do.
An Asian couple was walking their dog, probably a Jack Russell judging by the shape of the dog. The dog was unleashed and it ran out in front of a car. The car screeched to a stop as it hit the dog. The lady ran to the dog as the car raced off down the street with the man in chase.
The man came back as the crying woman laid their dog down on the few places of grass that can be found in this neighborhood. It took about 20 minutes for the police to show up and I watched for a little while as they just stood over the grieving couple. Cops here in Hawaii don't know what to do when there is an accident so I didn't expect much to happen during this accident.
I started thinking about my two childhood dogs that were shot by a neighbor who lived next to us because they crossed his land one Sunday morning on their way back to our house after chasing our car down our dirt road. To ease our grieving, my brother and I snuck around the back of his house and shot out the window to his trailer with our BB guns.
We didn't have a fancy burial for our pets over the years as they passed away due to old age, negligent homicide, or the needs of mother nature. But around here, there isn't even a ditch to throw a dog into. I wonder what these people will do about their pet, obviously much more than just a pet to them, but a beloved member of their family.
I do believe in karma, not in the Buddhist sense of the word but the informal "what comes around goes around" ideology, and the person who ran over this dog and bolted will suffer in some small way- hopefully by sliding his speeding car into an abandoned railroad spike storage building and have a rendition of 'I've Been Working on the Railroad', literally, go through his head.