Dumb Dogs!

So, I got in an accident today.  It rained all night long, icing the roads up nice and slick and then hailed on top of it this morning.  I was driving along, not noticing any lack of traction when suddenly I came upon two dogs walking in the road.  I braked and swerved to miss them and lost control.  I over-corrected to the right and then the left, then I spun all the way around and skidded sideways into a metal gate off the side of the road.

All I could say was, "Dumb dogs!  Those dumb dogs!"  Andrew was in the back seat and calmly said, "Well, at least now you have a good story to tell.  You can tell it to Daddy, and Rachel and..."
He was having a much better attitude than I was because all I could say was, "Those dumb dogs!!"

The car's alignment was off and the steering wheel was messed, but I was able to drive to Edith's.  When we got there, Andrew told her that I said dumb dogs "like a hundred times".  Edith laughed and says she does that too.  In fact,  Edith's three-year-old daughter thinks "dumb dogs!" is what you're supposed to shout every time you stop.  Edith stopped at a stop sign about four hours from the 'dumb dogs' and Rosalie, cued in by the brakes, automatically shouted, "Dumb dogs!!"

(The car is now in the shop and I am scheming up a very opinionated letter to the editor about dog owners who don't keep track of their dogs.)