Another reason I love where I live. . .

The dogs got out. They were "at large." I was running around the neighborhood screaming for them. Very quickly, neighbors were mobilized -- either running around looking or driving looking. People were all very concerned and took the case of the loose Huskies very seriously. Leanne and Iris came and helped rather than being where they were supposed to be -- which was so wonderful of them. We finally got 'em. The time Zeke got loose in Chicago, he was hit (gently) by a car -- and the driver yelled profanities at Ted and sped off. Gotta love a "community" (I think that's what they're called anyhow).