You back away

Now really, no one could’ve seen this coming. It’s really not your fault. A freak accident, really. Really Jenkins. Although I suppose you could’ve looked around to see where you were going when you backed away. As it turns out, you backed out, all the way into the road just to be safe in case Miss Poodle decided to charge at you. And you didn’t see the truck coming. And you went SPLAT all over the new nicely paved road, and all over Mr. Floogerman’s new tires, and he was pretty upset at you for that, jumping out of his truck and yelling at your guts and shaking his fist at your guts. But you don’t know any of that, because you’re in a much better place, a giant heavenly dog park with doggie bones everywhere and dirty socks to chew on. Congratulations?

The end.