Okay – between you and me, at this point it’s more like looking without a lot of hope for a recognizable scrap or two of the dog just to give some nice folks a little closure.
So the only hope of finding the little dog is if the little dog is still alive and capable of avoiding predators. I checked the houses in my stomping grounds, checked the watering opportunities – there’s no sign of any little dog, past or present. I had to come this way this morning anyway because S&L are gone and I’m watering their plants every other day – but I was here yesterday as well, because I really do feel bad about these folks’ little dog and wish I could find some sign of it.
There’s some fairly rough country between their place and where they lost the dog, and it wouldn’t be impossible for a scared little townie dog to blunder right off a cliff. It took me some time to get down into this gully without breaking my own neck. But the same thought obviously occurred to my neighbor, because no matter where I went I ran into fresh human tracks. No dog, just human.
I’ll keep my eyes open but it’s been the better part of a week. I don’t think we’re going to find the little sheltie dog.