I was on my way home with some packaces in my left hand. A dog,a very big one,was walking just behind me.He was absolutely harmless just like any other dog around here. Having dog phobia I left the pavement and started walking on the road,sticking to the side of course and had my pepper spray ready in my right pocket. I saw a car coming so I jumped to the pavement as I don't trust drivers in this country,and I was proven right...I heard a terrible crash sound,turned back and saw the car leaving.Dog was shouting in pain,trying to get back on its feet.Street was full of car debris. The dog got back on its feet and puked all it had inside.Started walking slowly but it was dizzy,was not at itself. I rushed home,left my stuff and got out to ask the local stores if they knew the owner.On the way I saw the car,the driver was taking pictures of the damage and did not care about the dog at all.I started walking towards them to talk,but I know myself.If I started talking,there were 2 places I'd spend the night:A hospital or jail.I was mad with rage and I was ~30 meters away from a military establishment.Not a good idea. I asked about the dog to local stores,described where it happened and where the dog went incase some one looks for him.Gave him some sausages I made for myself but it was lying with no signs of life.Couldn't tell if it was breating or not as it was too dark. Man,I still hear that scream.I became numb.I go numb when I get angry beyond some point.I got an exam tomorrow,glad I didn't attack that blind ***hole but I still want to rip him apart. Stuff like this makes me sad beyond words.This kinda stuff really touches me.Also the idea of "if I was not afraid of the poor thing and was walking on the pavement,probably he'd follow me and be safe" makes me feel like hitting my dog phobiad head to the walls. I need a drink.