I had an interesting start to my morning.  I was doing a short mile run with my dog in the dark pre-stormy weather.  I saw the rabbits and the deer, so held on tight to the leash, but I missed the fox dashing across the street in front of us.  In a flash, my daft dog got away from me and tore after it, turning the next corner out of sight. 
     That left me to jog up and down that street for 15 min. calling her name....at 6 AM on a Saturday! I'm sure all the people on that street loved me. She did return eventually, and I was extremely lucky it was just a fox and not a coyote which would have led her to its pack with her being the main course.
     She, of course, had the best morning ever!