This is what greeted me today, although this wasn't taken then, when Sahraa managed to rip the lead out of my hand (the retractable kind, with the big plastic part) and go racing down the street. The plastic thing was dragging on the pavement behind her, which freaked her out, and she ran across Constitution Avenue, a very busy street, and ran down the sidewalk, then ran into the street, then crossed 10th Street and again Constitution, right in front of a truck. I could see all this happening but was unable to keep up with her, as she pretty much moves like a gazelle, and after running down 10th Street, I lost her. I called a friend in a panic and asked if he'd help me search for her because there was no doubt she was going to get hit sooner or later. Meanwhile, I checked the park to no avail and started to walk home to wait for my friend. I got to our gate, and Sahraa was on the doorstep. I couldn't believe she had found her way back home, especially in such a panic. Later, when it was time to go to a previously scheduled vet appointment, she refused to even get near the front door. But later she seemed to have recovered from the fright, and we all went to the park.