We've put up posters all over town, offering a reward for the safe return of Tom's dog, Frey. It's been a month now, and we've had no word, no response regarding him. Tom and I spent two days walking all over town, calling and whistling, and Steve and the kids drove all around in a larger radius calling, whistling, looking, and asking.
While we still pray for Frey's safe return, we have a new puppy. Tom's new dog is Loki. He was one of a litter of 8 puppies, not wanted by the owner of the mother. The mother was a black terrier mix, and the rascal father (who leaped the fence, dallied amorously with the mother, then leaped back over the fence and left her "in trouble") appears to have been a boxer, or boxer- bulldog mix.
Our veterinarian tried to find homes for the 8 puppies, but we're the only local family to have been suckered into taking one.
He's a happy little pup, smart and funny, so we're glad we allowed ourselves to be wheedled into adopting him.