Procrastination is a good thing
I think I wrote another time about how lately, especially while I was starting Dahli under saddle, my procrastination had repeatedly protected me. Such as the times that the neighbor's dogs appeared in our pasture, or ambulance or cops with sirens blaring raced by... right about when I would have been mounting and vulnerable.
This morning I needed to do a few errands at places that all close at noontime on Saturday, so figured I needed to leave by 10am to get all the chores done. At 10:15 I was scolding myself and finally dragged myself out of my chair and got going.
A few minutes later I was driving down my street when 2 men by the side of the road flagged me down. I reluctantly stopped and then saw an accident ahead, just around a curve. And then I saw a panicked dog racing down the street, so I jumped out of my car to stop others behind me and block the dog's passage if possible. Her person was running as fast as he could after her, but losing ground fast.
She dodged the 2 men near my car and then saw me, so darted back to her left ran along the passenger side of my car. As she flew by I called out in the most soothing voice I could, "You're ok Puppy....it's ok." The sound of my voice slowed her down, so I kept calling to her. She turned right and crossed just behind my car and then stopped. So I crouched down and quietly called over and over, "It's ok puppy...come here...you're ok."
She came toward me and then stopped several feet away, trembling. She was wearing a bandana, so I stepped closer and gently got hold of the bandana, then started stroking her head, all the time soothing her. As soon as I started stroking her, she stopped trembling. I was able to step over her back with one leg and crouched behind her, holding her in my arms and stroking her while her person caught up. He started yelling, "She won't hurt you! She's very gentle!"
I don't know why it is that lately I have so little patience with people. I had to bite my tongue to keep from yelling "Yeah, I kinda figured that out!" 
She is a beautiful brindle boxer with the silkiest coat. When he got to us he started to try to pull her away from me, so I instructed him to slip her collar over her head first. I wasn't about to let her loose until she was securely collared and leashed.
The men called over to me, "Good job!!!!" In the meantime, a car had pulled up behind me -- it was someone from the hospital who recognized me (I can't for the life of me remember who she is, although her face is familiar, maybe a nurse?) and I heard her describe me as MT from the lab, so now I may be a bit of a hero at the hospital.
Thank goodness I am a lazy procrastinator. 
Otherwise I wouldn't have been there to capture the poor, frightened doggy. Nobody was injured in the accident, although the kid's car ended up straddling the ditch by the roadside, with it's front end on the road and the back on an embankment. I can't imagine how they ended up that way...
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Sometimes, it seems, our subconscious knows better than our conscious mind.
This kind of thing happens to me pretty often. Umm...not the saving of doggies...but procrastinating, berating myself about it, and then finding out later that I was in tune after all.
An example: maybe I am supposed to meet someone somewhere, or do something for them. I can find myself unable to get going...berate myself over it...only to have the person call me and say that they can't make it, or that whatever I was supposed to do for them isn't happening after all. In some cases I have called to apologize and see about rescheduling, only to have them tell me that the event could not have happened after all.
When this kind of procrastination experience happens, I often feel a sense of resistance, like trying to wade through molasses, or something...a mysterious sense of resistance.
I tend to hate myself when I procrastinate...but sometimes it saves time, money, and bother.
And sometimes, it puts us in the right place at the right time...like you being there to help the poor panicked dog.
Great story!
I always love an animal story that ends happily. It sounds like you were just the person to rescue her.
I agree with love_katz. I think your subconscious was running the show, and that's not a bad thing.
Thanks for posting this very interesting story at holiday time.
Cher
magical thyme!