To the man that helped flag down my greyhound at 130 this morning, thank you. I heard her bark to come in and the wind had blown the gate open. She's a greyhound. She ran. After what I am guessing to be about a mile or so my asthma kicked in and I couldn't run anymore. I saw a car approaching and my dog in the middle of the road and just started crying. I flagged you down, and you seemed a little hesitant like "who's this crazy lady waving her arms on Malden rd at 130am?" I asked please, just get out, she will come to you. Sure enough, after ignoring me and running our exact path for our walks, she stopped, and ran right to you, even jumped up happy to see you lol. Thank you. Cagney means everything to me and no doubt she was going to run right into the park at night and I'm not sure what the outcome may have been.