I woke up this morning not expecting to do much in the way of work. I had nothing scheduled and definitely planned to take some much needed "me" time.
I found a message from someone on my voice mail. You can always tell a fellow Realtor, even when they don't leave their company name.
So I call him back and proceed to answer some questions about a short sale listing I have. You can hear he is in the car with clients. They were talking in the background.
Then, all of a sudden, his car erupts in shocked cries. He pardons the interruption, but audibly upset himself, he then starts to describe to me, in detail I did not need, what he just saw. Someone's dog was hit by a car. A dog with a lease leash, that had gotten away from the owner.
The only good news I could decipher was that the dog appeared to only have broken legs, and someone nearby got to the dog almost immediately.
I can't stop thinking about this. I didn't even SEE it and I can't stop thinking about it. It's ruined my whole day. I'm hoping that getting this off my chest will help me let it go.