Hawks and dogs

I was following a hawk on the run from a mob of crows when I found a lost dog. I eventually got close enough to check his tags (and his teeth, which he showed a couple of times), snap a leash on him and convince him to get in the car so that I could take him home. Luckily I found his humans out looking for him so didn't have to find his house. And now he is in his real house and the proverbial one.