We had our hearts handed to us last Sunday! While our cigar club was camping up in the Okanogan, our older Golden, Fiona, disappeared. Ed, Jason and Terry knew about it (and thanks guys, for your support, prayers, and good vibes!). Fiona's 10 going on 11, and for an old dog to pretend she's answering the call of the wild is definitely NOT smart, but she's Fiona, and so she ran off chasing quail. We were heartbroken, and stayed an extra day searching, calling, all for nothing. All the neighbors got contacted there, Home Again chipping service put out an alert to all the vets and shelters, County dispatch also put out an alert to their personnel, and we were pretty sure something had gotten her. She disappeared so fast, too. One minute she was there, the next, gone like mist on a breeze. Thursday night though, I got a call from Mike Johnson, one of our host's neighbors. They'd found Fiona, safe, tired, dirty but otherwise healthy. We drove back up and picked up the wayward doggie daughter yesterday morning. Dad promptly grounded her for the rest of this month. So the moral of this story is: love your puppydog like there's no tomorrow, because there might just NOT be another tomorrow. Take photos, because that may well be all you have.