I was driving home just now. It's a really dark night outside. I was going down the road as usual when my headlights fell on this little tiny toy poodle standing dead still in the middle of my lane. I just almost hit it, swerved at the very last second. I actually thought I DID hit it. And there were two cars close behind me and many cars on the road. They both missed very barely. I was certain I was going to watch that little poodle get run over. I turned in the first street, turned around and went down the road again looking to see if it had gotten hit or if it was still running around. I couldn't find it. I probably doubled back a dozen times and rode around the neighborhoods in the area and no luck. Ugh... I just feel so awful. There was a truck pulled over that left after about my 6th drive by and I think there was a guy on the right side of the road. I can only hope that he caught the poodle and got it to safety. I was very happy I didn't find it hit by a car. I am SO shaken, though. I've never seen a dog that close to being hit. I was so sure he would be. He was like a deer in the headlights and so tiny out there on the road. He wouldn't stand a chance. And I feel guilty for not finding him. I keep replaying it in my head with my own dogs standing out there like he was. I got home, bawling and grabbed up my dogs and hugged them tight. Seriously feel the need to spoil them right now.