A black lab, so sweet, named Caroline.
So of course Caroline was with Michael and Ruth Smith when they made a grocery run to the IGA in Erwin, North Carolina.
“Poor girl got spooked about something,” says Michael, “and when she gets scared, she’ll go down on the floorboard of the truck.”
Ruth was driving, but now she had 90 pounds of scared dog on her foot.
Michael tried to pull her off.
“And before I could, we were wide open. We were probably going 50, 55 miles an hour,” says Ruth, “high-tailing it across the parking lot.”
All she knew to do was keep the truck straight. Don’t hit people or cars.
She aimed for a wooden fence, plowed right through it, and splashed down in a backyard pool.
“We hit the water, and I’m going ‘where in the name of god is this water coming from?'”
The pool owner, John McNamara, was in the kitchen with his wife.
There was some commotion in the yard, so he looked out and said, “honey, there’s a truck in the pool!”
“Just laughed at me and said, ‘what are you doing, smoking or something?’ I don’t smoke. I said no, I mean it!”
Sure enough, an ’88 Dodge Ram had nose-dived into the shallow end.
His first thought: is anyone hurt?
“That, and that I just had open heart surgery in January. I’m gonna have another heart attack here!”
Michael Smith had some cuts on his hand; otherwise, everyone made it out fine.
“I hate that that happened to his pool, but I think that might have saved our lives.”
But as for that dog-driven Dodge, it’s done for.
“I don’t blame her for it. Just one of them odd accidents that you read about in the newspaper or see on the news. Ha! Ha! Ha!”