It must have been Saturday morning that I drove back home over the Schoener. There's a dog walking on the road. If it stayed where it was I could have driven around it, but I didn't trust it was paying attention. This dog didn't have a care in the world.

I hit the breaks with some force while the dog crosses over to the middle of the road, in front of me. It then walks to my left and gives me a long dreamy stare, then wanders off.