It was a June afternoon. I went to the movie theatre to pick up tickets for a night showing of The Stepford Wives. As I was walking into the theatre, I passed a dog in someone's car in the parking lot. The window was open about a hand width. I cooed "Hi, puppy!" and walked inside. Driving home I'm thinking about it going, "There's a dog . . . in the car!" It wasn't a boiling day, it was pretty warm, but I got worried. When I got home I called the Burlington police department and reached their front desk. I explained the situation and asked them to send an officer to check the dog at some point.