A Life Altered

The baby stroller began to roll into the street. Oncoming traffic ran quick, uptown, in full force on the one lane avenue. I moved quickly, reaching the rolling stroller. I was able to grab the carriage just in time. A handful of people looked on in disbelief, relieved that I happened to be in the right place at the right time. I was a genuine hero. I had saved the stroller from inevitable destruction by oncoming traffic. Just like that, my life was altered forever. I looked into the stroller expecting to see a shiny, happy baby, ecstatic from being saved. Instead, a small dog began to growl. Some sort of mangy, Chihuahua looking thing. I guess I wasn't much of a hero after all. Should a dog have it's own baby carriage?