I saw a small dog with white fur, about knee high, bounding – positively bounding – down the lanes of 28th today. It wasn’t even on the side of the road, it was one lane in, racing the cars. Then as a good samaritan got out of her car, the cars headed north stopped but the dog leapt up onto the 2-foot high divider area and leapt into the oncoming southbound lanes. I thought for sure he’d been instantly crushed but I caught sight of him again a moment later, rounding an intersection by that strange silvery building at 28th & Canyon, and racing west. And I say “racing” because the good samaritan simply could not keep up with his speed, and at last sight she was trying to enlist the aid of a bicyclist who may have had a better chance of catching him. But chances are slim he made it – he did not express any fear at racing with the cars. He was a fish among sharks. There were so many places where he was safe, where he could have stopped running, but he seemed to want to be in the traffic.