The dog’s owner was pulling into the driveway and Z-dog was going spaz at the door to be let outside to do the welcome, gee — I missed ya dog thing. I thought lemme help ya with that tricky turn the door knob action and off she bolted. While Z-dog was thinking YESSSS, Allison from the kitchen was beginning a slo mo lunge after him saying NOOOOOOO. Uh oh. Mybad. I knew that she was approved to go outside (and wouldn’t take off) but didn’t know that she was a tire biter with little respect or healthy fear for the rolling mass and inertia about to wheel into the garage. Man! I guess that would have put a big kybosh on our dinner party get together if I’d have got the dog run-over…