Sammy's Brief Career as a Bloodhound

At 3am this Sunday morning I threw the dogs outside, not aware that the gate was open. When I got up at 6am, Sammy came running from across the street where he had been playing (!) with the enormous but gentle St. Bernard who has to live on a chain. Tara was nowhere. I walked up and down the street with no luck, then thought of trying to get Sammy to help find her. Alas, he led me straight across the street to the neighbor's hot rod and sat down at the driver's side door. When "lifted" and set back on the trail, he went a little further -- choosing another hotrod. I decided I could do better without him. By 8am, I had scoured the neighborhood. By 10am, signs were posted. The temp was rising.

Someone had sent me an email -- send out to 10 people and make a wish. So I tried that. I'm happy to report that Tara is home, safe and sound. She found somewhere to hole up during the heat and then returned home -- only to discover that she was a wanted fugitive. None of the neighbors were able to catch her. I returned from checking on Rudy and found her still evading pursuit -- so much for my fears of her being dognapped! I don't know -- credit apparently goes to the email. Now I have to go take down all the signs.