Juniper wanted a birthday drink at Teddy's

Juniper escaped out the front door on her birthday. She raced at full throttle straight up to 4 lanes of traffic on Queen Street East, followed by my staff in her socks- out of her head with panic and fear and piercing nanosecond images from the horrific dream that has haunted her since I came home in a cardboard box. Many people watched the two pass, and didn't do a thing. Luckily, a glazed but quick-thinking man saw them coming, as he was having a smoke outside Teddy's Sports Bar, on the north-east side of the street. He tore across the road, and headed her off at the pass, a mere metres from devastation and heartbreak, and my staff coming c0mpletely undone. If she had shoes on, she might have offered him a beer. That man is a hero.