Last night we took a drive down scenic, glamorous I-95 to collect our latest foster dog, a starvacious beagle mix named Tulip.
Just as we got near the Delaware border, what did we chance to see but a CAR THAT WAS TOTALLY ON FIRE.
(sorry about the blurry quality, my camera wasn't eager to focus in the dark and I didn't have time to reset it)
Happily it didn't look like anyone was hurt -- the car's driver was standing on the side of the road about 50 yards away with the most amazing look of dumbfounded despair on his face -- and happier yet, we got there right as it happened, so we dodged the hourlong traffic pileup that soon accumulated behind the scene.
And then we proceeded to a weirdly hard-to-access hotel parking lot, where we collected a small, skinny, homeless mutt named Tulip from the transport van.