|Posted: September 27, 2007, 12:59 pm - IP Logged|
We, the daughters and I, were out with the dog. Next thing I know we are running...eldest daughter first...kneebaby next.....babygirl....and I puffing behind. The family dog was behind me. We ran over a set of railroad tracks and I turned to make sure the dog was over the tracks. He stopped on the tracks. I turned and was calling him Harry (Harrison) Harry...come on. He stood there wagging his tail tongue hanging out looking at me. I was struck with a feeling of fear because I couldn't hear the train but I knew it was coming. I didn't want any harm to come to the dog because it is my eldest daughter's pet. Next thing I know I see him being cut in half by a speeding train. It happened so fast he didn't have time to yelp.
What is really going on?
"MAKE THAT MONEY YA'LL"
wisdom from Tyler Perry's Madea:"It doesn't matter what people call you....it's what you answer to."