I didn't think so at the time. He was lying in a pool of blood that was larger than he was. I believe it was the woman who hit him who had stopped and had called maybe 911. (He had jumped the backyard fence and escaped.) She was talking to someone on her phone and I heard her say, "Yes, I'll hold." Then I asked her if he had a tag? If he did, I was going to call and let the owners know. Just then a woman comes out of the house right by us and says, "How did you get out?" She swooped him up and took him in. I thought because he just lifted his head to talk to me because perhaps his back was broken. I didn't know anything else for months. Then one day I was driving on a street a few blocks away and saw what I thought was him. I stopped and asked if he had been hit by a car? Yes. I parked and sat down on a small ledge and he came right over and leaned up on me. She told me that all the blood was from him almost biting his tongue off. He had to have stitches in his tongue. He also had a broken leg.
Lots of dogs will come up to me and greet me, but for him, it was special. He hadn't been talking to the woman who hit him, but he started talking to me as soon as I spoke.