One night I was riding home from work and on this one stretch of road, I passed a dog laying on his side in the grass by the ditch. My first thought was that he had been hit by a car and was now dead. As I passed he raised his head slightly and looked at me. I wondered if he had in deed been hit by a car and was now incapacitated. Hurt or suffering perhaps. I thought to myself that if I passed this way tomorrow and he was dead I’d feel awful that I didn’t stop. I drove about a mile and then turned about to check on him. When I got back to where he was laying he popped to his feet, stood and stared at me. I guess I did the right thing.