So, I was out for my jog in the woods Saturday, and after about a mile I got to a point where the trail intersects with a fairly busy, four-lane road. I turned onto the road and was going for a few minutes when I saw a Scottish terrier running along the curb about 25 yards in front of me. He was moving pretty good for a little guy and seemed totally confused. He’d duck into a driveway, then dart out into the road, then stop, then turn around, then go straight again. There were cars coming in all lanes in both directions, so I hauled ass to catch up with him, figuring at the very least I could herd him off the road. By the time I was level with him, traffic had stopped while he zig-zagged along the yellow line. I ran between the cars to chase him off the road and toward a cluster of houses up a hill, hoping he belonged to one of them. Luckily he ran ahead of me in the right direction, and the incident had a happy ending when I crested the hill to see his owner bending down to put him back on his leash. When I caught up to them, the owner said that “Scotty” (real original name) had never run off like that and she had no idea what had gotten into him.
Watching this terrified little dog dart in and out of traffic gave me that feeling that can only be made better by going home and hugging your dog -- or in my apartment-dwelling case, your cat. I lost my first pet when she was hit by a car, so I'm only too happy to appreciate every moment I have with my animals now. So, if you haven't had time to spent with your dog, cat, iguana, whatever, today, maybe take a second to give them an extra pat on the head -- and remind them not to play in traffic. -K.H.