D.O.P.-T.

The dog escaped out the side door for the second time—I was trying to get out the trash. She went scooting down the driveway on one side of the car. The stripey feral cat shot out from under a bush on the other side of the car and continued until safely across the street. The dog didn't notice and continued toward the park; I eventually recaptured her and hauled her back. If she'd spotted a squirrel in a tree on the way, it would have been a lot faster.