On the way home from the Teach In Wednesday, Andy hit a dog. :( It wasn't his fault, the dog came out of a neighborhood and ran in front of him. Unfortunately, the dog died. Andy was able to contact the owner and he came. It was so sad. The man said they had him for 8 years. He was pretty choked up about, but thanked Andy for contacting him. He said he would've hated having to look for his dog and finding him on the side of the road.
The dog was a big one and did a job on our car:
But God is good! Fred took the car to the shop on Thursday and is right now picking it up. I was really worried we may have to cancel our Tx. trip... but we're on track, yeah!