A Close Call

I took Sawyer on a very brief car ride around the neighborhood, really nothing more than an excuse to park my car for the night. A large racoon ran across the road, bringing me to a stop. The racoon went no further than the tree on the curb, climbed up about four feet - car window height - and just casually made eye contact with Sawyer.

Who was in the back seat. 

Alone. 

With the window rolled most of the way down.

These thoughts ran through my head in order, and I instantly lunged for his leash, catching him more than halfway out the window.

Serves me right for taking him with me.