[margaritaville]

Yesterday when I got home from work, my dh said, I found a dog. He said the mail lady pulled up in her truck and said one of your dogs is down the street.
So he ran in the house to find both of ours in their usual spot -asleep on the couch. Down the street he found a small yorkie and picked him up and brought him home. He checked him over, found id tags and called the number. No one was home so he called the vet tag, they said they knew him. He put the dog in Sissy's crate (she eats in there so Bubba doesn't eat her food). He didn't know how they would get along or if he was housebroken or up to date on his shots so thought it best to keep them seperated. He looked a lot like Bubba. After about an hour and a half the owner called and said the lawn guys had cut the lawn and left the gate open and he got out. They were very happy to see each other. He was about a quarter of a mile from home and had crossed a busy road. His name was Ollie and although my dh thought he was a yorkie she said he was a Silky. I'm so happy this turned out well for all.