So I'm driving down the crowded but attractive Washington St. towards work this a.m., looking at the cute storefronts and still spaced out from waking up, and I come to the stoplight next to my CVS. I look over and see the guy walking his three extremely fluffy samoyeds; I don't know him but I've seen him with the dogs enough.
All of a sudden I see him let go of their leash and start running like he's being chased by the law - his face is a picture of shock and I can feel his adrenaline radiating across the street. I think, why would he just let go of the dogs like that? Then I spot a man in front of him, running fast but without the same maniacal gait - and I look back to the front of the CVS and see a teenage girl with her mom, with a shocked blank look on her face and about to cry. The light turns green and her mom dodges in front of our line of oncoming cars over to the bakery, I assume to call the police.
As I drive on, I keep looking down the streets to see if the men are still running but I don't see anything else.
I just keep hoping that the samoyed guy is ok, and I wonder what he's done to the criminal, if he actually caught up and grabbed him.
Posted by zippy at January 13, 2004 2:16 PM