Lorraine and I went out for a walk this evening about 2130 -- the weather was perfect. As we approached the intersection of Chatham and Heming, a speeding car just missed a small grey dog (Terrier?). No one seemed to notice the screeching tires, which seemed odd. Lorraine knocked on a couple of doors, to no avail. We brought the dog home so it won't wind up under a car tonight -- we'll call the number on its rabies tag in the morning.

This is our second loose animal experience in as many walks -- the last time was a cat that we mistakenly thought was adrift (old address on the collar tag). I hope this isn't a pattern.