Sorry for getting these up so late... my mostly-blind, not-totally-brilliant but very much beloved 3-year-old dog Nikko made a disappearance from the back yard sometime between 2 and 3 this afternoon, and I've been making phone calls and scouring the neighborhood, plastering it with posters, ever since. When Moxley came home he joined the search, and one by one, most of my friends made their way over to help. At one point, we had nine people combing the streets, handing out flyers and calling for Nikko.
Breezy and her husband Loric found him by being on their front porch, two blocks away, when their slightly... um... "eccentric" next-door neighbor walked by with Nikko on the end of a leash. Just strolling along, la la la.
Maybe the neighbor was going to walk around the neighborhood and ask if anyone recognized the dog. Maybe he'd had Nikko inside for a few hours while he called around to local animal shelters to report a found dog. Maybe Nikko's ID and license tags fell off his collar during his grand escapade. Or maybe not. Either way, the neighbor didn't object (or explain) when Breezy confiscated Nikko.
We have him back, safe and sound. And now I'm going to list beads!