Well, just as I'm starting to string a few good days in a row, one of my dogs escapes from out of the backyard. He dug his way out -- he's pretty small so he didn't have to do much. It's since been taken care of. Anyway, Milo got out and I had no idea which direction he went. I went to the front yard and, as I feared, there was no sign of him. While I was deciding which way to go, I saw two teenagers coming down the block.  I shouted to them asking if they'd seen a small dog running free.  They said no, but then looked down the block the other way, and said, "Here he is."  Milo was running toward me at an incredible speed. I was so happy to see him that, when he flew right past me, all I could do was laugh. I finally coaxed him by giggling a bag of treats I'd brought outside with me. Hearing that, he came close enough for me to get him and carry him inside.
Happy ending, right?  I don't know what I did to my foot, but it's been really bothering me since this episode two days ago; a throbbing pain. I'm using ice on it, but when you have foot pain, there's really no way to stay off it, and it hurts every time I walk. But I'm just complaining about that. I would accept a lot more pain to have successfully tracked down Milo.  I like to think he came running back to me when he heard my voice calling to the two kids. I love my three dogs and don't even want to think about what could have happened if I didn't find him.