We almost lost our new 8-month old chihuahua.  My daughter had only one shoe on when he joyfully broke free.  Fast as lightning he was, running past two drivers who were taking a breather at ambulance central next door, corner of Schafer and Union.  Uri, named after a favorite 3-year old in my daughter’s former class–and spoiled by frequent visits to the dog park–got running confused with freedom, I reckon.

“Corner” was the foreboding description of the unexpected horrifying situation. My daughter ran one-shoeless after him, through traffic while waving her arms to alert auto drivers of possible disaster for the little tyke.

Carefree and merrily leading the way, neither ambulance drivers who tried (and my daughter who cried) could stop Uri’s break for freedom.  Across the street at the intersection she sank down to the ground, preparing to witness the squash of our pet before her eyes when surprise!  A twig she shook captured his eyes and led to his own.  Imprisonment in a locked bathroom was his prize (for several minutes).