We were turning a corner and there was a tiny black chihuahua that crossed the street right in front of our car to cross the street to go back to his house. I screamed at bf to stop and I grabbed Uni and held her tight and hid my face behind her. I was waiting for the scream. Did not hear it. After we stopped, there was another dog that ran across the street! The first dog ran off but looked to be limping. We stopped and saw the owner, asked if the dog was ok. He did not seemed concerned at all.
Bf told him he needs to be on a leash. We asked over and over again, is he ok? We are sorry. Is he ok? Is he ok? He said in Vietnamese, yeah it's fine.
I was sick that we had hurt him or almost hurt him and his owner couldn't care less! I seriously felt like I was going to throw up and the owner was so calm. He didn't care!
