Yeah, is it a Chihuahua?

The best five words you can possibly hear when you report a missing dog to the police, according to Kim in her Facebook posting (see title).  Assuming that it's a Chihuahua that you've lost of course.

Looking understandably contrite now (who am I trying to kid?), here Miley is safe at home again after the Carlisle police and animal control officer did a wonderful job in recovering her.  It all started when Kim was out walking the dogs and some snow-shoers came by.  Apparently, they spooked her and off she went.  She eventually made her way back to the parking area but without running into Kim.  I arrived from my interrupted shopping trip possibly minutes after they gathered her up.  So we spent the rest of the daylight (about an hour and a half) scouring the woods and calling/whistling for her.  As you can imagine, we were pretty depressed by the time darkness fell.  That's when Kim called the police.

Lessons learned:

• don't let foster dogs off the leash unless they have a tag with our phone number;
• if a dog gets lost, go back to where you started (home, parking area, whatever) and wait for the dog to find you;

It doesn't matter too much whether it's a long-established pet family member or a foster dog we've had for a week, a runaway is always a traumatic situation.

As William Gilbert put it (the Duchess in Gondoliers):

• When I merely
•   From him parted,
• We were nearly
•   Broken-hearted,
• When in sequel
•   Reunited,
• We were equal
• -Ly delighted.
  

Many thanks to our wonderful police and animal control officer!