Unleashed dog

Unleashed dog On September 27 on Centennial Street between noon and 1 p.m. your unleashed dog ran in front of my 3/4-ton truck. I'd just left the church parking lot. My street bike was strapped into the box. I saw you and your friend walking down the roa

On September 27 on Centennial Street between noon and 1 p.m. your unleashed dog ran in front of my 3/4-ton truck.

I’d just left the church parking lot. My street bike was strapped into the box.

I saw you and your friend walking down the road. I moved to the centre line as I passed you.

Then your little dog jetted out from the left-hand side of the road, right in front of the truck.

I slammed on the brakes and heard a thud from the back of the truck. My motorbike had fallen over.

Behind me was a tractor trailer, which couldn’t pass my truck. I pulled over to the side of the road, slowly, to the right.

I just wanted to get my bike off its side. I was in a panic.

As I unfastened the straps and lifted the bike, you tried to help.

“My dog is tied up now,” you said.

I just shook my head, and tried to unfasten the straps from the bike.

When I got home, I noticed that, because I’d slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting your dog, the weight of the bike had pushed the box into the back of the truck’s cab.

I phoned my insurance company. They said I had to get two estimates.

Now, I would like you to call me at 633-5696. If you did, that would be really great.

See, why should my insurance rise because I was forced to avoid hitting your unleashed dog?

Thank you for your understanding.

Rob Perreault

Whitehorse