Randall looked over at the puppy, "Ya know, it's your fault. I was so occupied with getting you out of the house, that I would have forgotten my own head if it wasn't attached."
He hit a quick left turn, then a right at the end of the short block. Ahead, on the sidewalk on the left, was a dog with no leash. He started slowing down, and finally stopped in the middle of the street opposite the dog, wondering if he was looking at a stray. A shirtless, tall, slender black man with a shaved head hurried up to the pickup truck.
"Hey man, what you want?"
"I was just looking at the dog, wondering if he had a person."
"He's mine. Hey, what kind of dog is that?"
"A black lab puppy. We're on our way to Paw Print."
"Paw Print? What's that?"
"It's a dog park. A very nice dog park.