A mouse

The dog found him on our morning walk. He was just hanging out on one of those little swaths of grass between the sidewalk and the road, hiding his face. He didn't run away, but he did look up at us when the dog sniffed him. I hope he's all right, poor little guy. If he doesn't get a move on soon, he won't last long with all the neighborhood cats around.

Also, he was nearly the size of my fist hunched up like that, with a tail probably six inches long. Maybe he was a rat.