A friend from work had a lovely dog who was sadly killed when she ran out in the road after someone accidently left the door open. Ever since then, it's been my worst nightmare. This morning, I opened the backdoor to let Oscar into the garden. The stupid gardener had left the back gate open again! Before I could get there quickly enough, Oscar legged it - through the gate, down the front path and onto the pavement, about an inch away from an extremely busy road. Oscar has NO recall, (I know, I know, BAD owner) he just never comes to me when called. I followed him, of course, in my pjs and socks it the pouring rain. I crouched down, waved my arms and beckoned him calling "OSCAR COME!" in a high pitched voice (trying to sound inviting and exciting, not frantic) and he ran towards me at lightening speed. I got suck a shock that he actually came back and the speed of my 11 pound dog felt like a bullet and I felt flat onto my bottom with Oscar standing in my lap. My heart has only just stopped beating at 500 beats per minute but at least, I'm dry now!