I've posted in the last couple of weeks about how Doc and I have adopted and fallen in love with a litte mutt named Dodger. Our "perfect" little guy has shown his not so perfect side.....he is an escape artist. Our now Artful Dodger staged his own escape Thursday night by jumping on a table in the garage, hitting a garage door opener with his paw and taking off as quickly as a pickpocket. No, I don't think he knew what he was doing. I think it was a fluke and an oversight on our part leaving the opener on the table, but he was gone.
After alerting the neighbors,who were very nice to us help look for him, and driving around for hours calling his name, to no avail, we spent a long, sleepless, anxious and lonely night. He has a chip and a rabies tag, so I held out hope. Friday morning, after hours of contacting all the places you can contact to find a lost dog, we got a call from our vet that they had gotten a call from the local humane society and he was there. I had tried to call there all morning, but they don't answer phones until 11 a.m. Someone had found him and taken him there Thursday night. . We are a happy family today.