That beautiful poem reminds me of something that happened to us. We stopped at a stop sign in a very small town at a very busy intersection(2 highways coming together). I noticed that every car that stopped at the sign had a small dog that would run to it's door and sit and wag his little tail. Then they would drive off and he would run back to the shoulder and wait for the next car. Well I of course opened my car door when I got to the stop sign and the little guy (later named Bob for Bob the Builder) jumped right into my car and landed on my lap. He was just waiting for who ever dumped him to come back and get him. I felt so sorry for him. I rehomed him. He was so smart. Did all sorts of tricks. House broke! And could walk on his hind legs all over the house without falling. I think he would have died if I hadn't picked him up. Hot day on hot pavement. No water in sight. Poor little guy.