A few years back, when I had my first yorkie, KJ, I got home from work one day and my husband had let him out (I can't remember how or why), It was a freezing day and he had combed the neighborhood frantically. I began walking up and down the streets calling him, I knew he must have gone under a bush or something - just freezeing slowly to death. I was devistated. About 30 min later came a knock on the door. A neighbor about 2 blocks away had seen him, brought him in - been checking all around to find out where he belonged. I was so grateful to her for taking him in, and coming out in the cold to find me. |