On Friday my friends dog, Mr. Gibbs, ran away and was missing all weekend. He is a tiny little chihuahua and she was terrified, her being seven months pregnant does not help on the emotional factor. We did everything we were supposed to, canvased the neighborhood for hours, called the paper and radio station etc. By Sunday morning we figured someone had picked him up and thought he was cute and cuddly so they would keep him. We put up about fifty signs with a reward and went door to door. When our other friend went to the store to get tape she ran into one of her clients whose grandchildren had happened to find a dog on Friday. Sure enough it was our little Mr. Gibbs and the story has a happy ending!! Thank goodness for small towns!!!