It was a hardy-har bright story for your morning news: I-94 shut down! There's a dog on the highway! They had footage of the dog running through the stopped traffic as police pursued, and the anchorperson said, "Look at him, out for a stroll, havin' a good time."
Nnnnno. Lost, hungry, wet, and surrounded by big chuffing metal beasts with two men trying to catch him is pretty much the definition of a nightmare for any species.
If it's raining steaks and all the squirrels are slow as snails, that's a dog's idea of a good time.
Anyone who had a lost dog at the moment probably looked at the story agog; I did. Imagine you're a babysitter, and you go up to check on the 2-year old, and the window's open and the kid's gone. Then you get a text telling you, "Ha ha, news says there's a toddler on the freeway."
Your relief at knowing the child's been found immediately would be replaced by something else, shall we say.
I got texts and tweets from people asking: Is this your missing Scout on the highway, trotting toward downtown? Don't think so; he offices at home, and it's hardly likely my scent penetrated the glass walls of Strib HQ. (At least, I hope not; may need to ask co-workers.)
I looked at the news footage again. It could be him, inasmuch as it was a medium-sized quadruped with dark fur. It wasn't a pony trying to pass as a dog. You're looking at four pixels on a blurry screen; the picture made Pac-Man look like 3-D IMAX.
So I called MnDOT and asked if there was any higher-resolution footage available, because this is like looking at a guppy in Lake Harriet from the window of an airplane.