After dog gets hit by car, brutal sign has whole neighborhood talking

There are people out there whose reckless driving puts other drivers in danger, whether they are texting or talking on the phone while driving, intoxicated, driving too fast, or simply disobeying the law.

Sadly, these motorists are more likely to be responsible for fatal incidents.

After their family dog was killed, one family decided that enough was enough of the reckless driving and speeding in their neighbourhood, so they decided to put up a giant sign on their lawn that had everyone talking, especially because many saw it as a threat.

”We buried our dog last week because you won’t slow down,” the sign read. “If you hit 1 of my kids your family may be burying you.”

Initially shared on Reddit, the sign shot was rapidly reposted on Facebook and other social media platforms.

Within a short period of time, the post caught the interest of many people and started a discussion about the propriety of the late dog owners’ controversial sign placement.

”I never understand why people speed through neighborhoods…or parking lots. Seriously…what’s the logic in that?” one user commented. ”Love the sign. People drive way too fast in neighborhoods. More than 20 is to fast. Kids on bikes. Kids playing in their own yard and a ball goes in the street, it happens. So why is there this problem. Well it’s because people are f**king idiots. Plain and simple,” another user added.

”Damn straight! One of my dogs got away from me and the woman who ran over him didn’t even slow down. Just ran over him. Same could happen to a child,” a third commented.

Others criticised those who put up the sign, claiming they ought to have cared for their dog better. They suspected the owners let it roam freely rather than keeping it on a leash because it was hit by a car.

”I don’t feel sorry for them one bit. Have the same problem in my neighborhood. Everyone thinks it is free range country for dogs and cats. My dogs do not leave my property without my permission,” one reader wrote.

”Keep your dog on a leash! If you cared about your fur friend you would take better care of them,” said another.

”Speeding is bad, but your dog and kids are your responsibility to keep them out of the street,” yet another added.

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