On Sunday morning at Foxy Loxy, I ran into a very relieved Carol McHarg. She had just located her Yorkshire terrier, Stuart, who had gone missing on a walk at the Cheslen Preserve.
Carol told me that after Stuart ran off she returned to her car, thinking maybe he had headed there. No luck. She asked two passersby if they had seen Stuart, and one of them said yes. They retraced their steps to a wooded area where he'd been spotted, and indeed the terrified Stuart was still there. The black-and-tan dog was barely visible because he blended in so well with the background.
As they walked back to the parking lot, Carol learned that the woman who helped her find him was a professional dog tracker.
"What are the odds?" Carol marveled.
Carol's other canine, William, is just the opposite of the tiny Yorkie: he is a Scottish deerhound!
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