I was walking home from work. I guess I could have seen it coming, maybe should have. Now it’s a tad late. Happens.
The dog owner was dawdling along, retractable dog lead in one hand and mobile phone in the other, a million miles away. Facebook? Twitter? It’s all the same, he was distracted. The dog, a Jack Russell, was happy though; 5 yards away peeing up a conifer. The owner looked up, frowned and reined it in.
The suited owner of the Range Rover was also a million miles away; steering wheel in one hand and mobile phone in the other. Bloomberg? BBC news? It’s all the same, he was distracted.
The grey tabby was sitting on the wall across the road, watching the dog, unconcerned and not distracted.
The dog saw the cat, looked at its owner engrossed in his telephone and made a run for it. The cat did likewise. The dog got most of the way when the owner looked up and tried to put the brake on the lead. The car driver looked up, saw the dog run in front of the car, braked, swerved and mounted the kerb. The dog ran between the wheels.
The owner didn’t.