As we wrapped up our day over a beer, I remarked to my wife, "We were victims of not-for-profit, psychopathic, serial dognappers!"

Ironically, I had just recently commented on Fred's blog about our young dog that we had "rescued" after he had lost his home in a fire.  I was not dying to get a second dog, but the rescue dog group had a table at my wife's workplace and she was reeled in hook, line and sinker and nobody I know deserves a break more than her.

Diesel, or as I call him Scraps (from the great movie Airplane) is a fantastic lap dog with one horrible vice...he digs out of the yard under our fence.  It hadn't really been that horrible until this past weekend.  When Diesel digs out, we usually find him either standing on our front door step, or next door trying to play with his Dachsund friends.

This time he dug out and disappeared!

I called out for him, then drove around the neighborhood...nothing.  Nightfall was approaching and I had to go to work.  It occurred to me that someone in our household had taken his collar off recently, so there would be no record of his contact information on him.  We started to worry, especially my 11 year-old son.

To Be Continued...