On second thought

Since making that last post a few hours ago, I have been riddled with guilt about my seemingly flippant tone regarding little Franz Gregoire.

I can't help but feeling remorse because:

1) Upon hearing the news of Franz's death, I recalled a true story I once heard about the untimely death of a dog named Chappie. The dog perished while under the care of a dogsitter. It was not the dogsitter's fault—both she and Chappie were victims of unfortunate circumstances. What an unenviable position.

2) After getting her temps, my teenage sister was taking one of her first drives with my dad. A dog ran out in the middle of the street; my sister hit the dog; the dog died. Again, a horrible situation for everybody involved.

3) A few years ago, I lived next to a rather irresponsible family. They let their sweet new puppy roam the streets, and of course, it got hit by a car. In an effort to comfort the puppy, who clearly was in agony, I stupidly tried to pet it. Of course, the pup bit my hand, and of course, it had never had its shots. Bad news for me—I had to go to the ER—but worse news for the dog—he didn't make it. Ugh.

4) SMH keeps talking about "Poor Franz" and lamenting the fact that he was "brethren" of Loki.

So, clearly, I need to make amends if I sounded a bit cheeky. Sorry, Franz. From everything I've heard, you were the best of dogs. And sorry to the dogsitter. And to the driver of the car, too. And I guess to the governor as well.

Just had to set the record straight.