Avery, Braden and I drove all over the neighborhood this morning putting up a million "lost dog" signs. It paid off because when I got home, a sweet lady called me and said, "honey! I know where your dog is!" She said someone came to her door yesterday with our dog and was looking for the owner. She was taking him to the humane shelter if she couldn't find the owner.
I said, "thank you! thank you! thank you!"
She said, "go get your dog, sweetie!"
So, I called the humane shelter and they said they had a female Pekinese who had not been fixed, but I was "more than welcome to come look for myself" when I questioned them.
After loading the kids back up (did I mention Avery sported a 101 temperature this morning), visiting the shelter, fighting construction, crying baby, scared Avery, and taking down the million signs we put up, we now have our Curtis!
He didn't return on his own, but he's home safe and sound.