Faster than a speeding bullet

I worked late and passed Jeff walking the dogs as I drove down our street. I parked in the driveway and was getting my bag from the back seat when I heard a jingle of metal.

The noise got louder and I saw Otis flying down the driveway. Otis was running flat out and quickly closed the distance between us. I smiled thinking that Otis must be very excited to see me, to be running so fast.

Otis flew by me, hopped into the back seat and gave me a look as if to say, "I'm ready for a ride!". I guess a car ride rates higher than a hug from me.