TOSS IN A FORMER STREET DOG WHOSE MEETING WITH THE BUMPER OF MITCH'S CAR TURNED OUT TO BE THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO HIM...
A crash of metal jarred sharply through the night, drawing Mitch’s attention to a battered garbage can falling into the gutter. A flash of movement followed. With a curse, Mitch tromped on the brakes.
Too late--the thud of soft flesh hit the front bumper as Mitch swerved away. Mitch jumped out and ran to the front of the car. A guttural growl greeted him as a great, hairy beast wobbled into the light from the headlights.
A dog. Perhaps crossed with a shaggy, blond bear.
(from UNLIKELY ANGEL, copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel)