You're welcome. I grew up on a farm that we lost after my farther passed away. And we thought and did simple, friendly, and neighborly. After I did my Army hitch, I moved from rural Indiana to the northside of Chicago for some years. Yep, there were some awesome times as a young man, but over some years I learned to become street savy. I now own a small farm in Indiana that I only get to see on weekends, and I still work telephone repair in Illinois during the week. My job often takes me into some of the most violent prisons in this country. Prisons full of predators that have no business ever seeing the light of day again in this lifetime. But there are lessons to be learned from them, but sadly enough, you sometimes have to think like them to stay ahead of them. My point? Good hearted folks like yourself, probably most folks, including myself try to do the right things, and often get taken advantage of by predators like them. Trying to return that dog to it's rightful owner, perhaps some old lonely widow, maybe some small child's Christmas present, is the right thing to do. But, there are those that will take advantage of you and your good meaning nature, and... you get the idea. So, for the safety of that small dog, you have to stay ahead of them. The owners of that small defenseless dog will look for it and ask around. And if and when they ask questions, the right questions, you will know if they're right and ONLY then give the right answers, but not before. My labradore Lou? I call home every week night and listen to him moan and grumble in the speaker phone while I talk to him. Something that I learned as a kid from a movie called "The Glass Bottom Boat", when life was simpler, and people were more honest and caring about each other. If Lou wandered off, think that I wouldn't go from field to field, woods to woods, door to door, and putting up pictures looking for him? Don't bet against it. Happy New Year, and much luck, Mark
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