I was trying to clean the front room where the dogs spend most of their time, so out they went, with a big bowl of water for about 20 minutes or so. I whistled for everyone to come in and Elmer, our foster did not.
I went into the yard. No Elmer. Just like that, I lost the dog.
During a construction job on our back porch yesterday, a board on the 6ft privacy fence came loose. That little gap was all that it took.
I immediately got into the street and started to call out and whistle, rang a neighbor's bell to ask for help, called the rescue to let them know little man had up to a 20 minute lead. I happen to have the best neighbors as one was headed to his car to drive left, the other to the right. But, it was the third neighbor, trending to his garden who called out before the rescue fleet hit the streets to say he'd seen him sniffing around just three houses over.
I walked down and sure enough, little Elmer came out to greet me. I called the rescue, thanked the neighbors, and went home.
That board has since been nailed back in place.