The tedium of waiting for the right turn traffic light to change at the intersection of our street is broken by a blurry white image coming toward the intersection. The image becomes clearer and I can make out that it is a small white dog running determinedly along the haven of the median strip separating the four lanes of the busy highway. My heart skips a beat at the danger this poor soul is in and my concern increases as he closes in on the end of the median strip at the intersection. Are you going to stop little dog? But no, as if sensing the traffic light change, he barrels on and into the intersection as the north/south traffic stops.
I leap out of the car and being cautious of not spooking him I head slowly towards him, looking all around for traffic that may need to be stopped to protect him. He stops and looks at me with a tail wag as if to say “Oh hello, what are you doing out here?”. I can now see that he is firstly a male, and secondly, a poodle cross breed like our two cavoodles at home. For a second I wonder if I should just escort him off the road and avoid being bitten but if he is half a softy as our dogs he is going to let me pick him up and so he does. I scoop him up and rush him to the safety of my car before the lights change again. He happily sits up in the passenger seat and surveys all of the outside world like a king from his throne, with a familiarity as if born to the situation.