Puppy had somehow gotten away from its owner, and was running around front street. Driving on front street, I witnessed the spectacle of people chasing puppy, so I stopped my car. I gave chase, along with its owner, but he was too fast for me, and got away. So I went on my way, picked up my papa johns pizza, and returned to the vicinity. Lo and behold puppy was walking up and down the street. Afraid that he'd get hit by a car, I slowly, yet methodically approached him, kept speaking to him, bent down to "get on his level", and then finally grabbed him. I stowed him in the back seat of my sports sedan, praying that he wouldn't be compelled to mark his territory. We arrived at the police station without incident, where I dropped him off.