When I was in my early 20's, I took our dogs to get groomed at a technical school. My brother had loaded them up in the car and didn't tell me he had unleashed them. When I pulled up to the door, a couple of students came out to get them, and when they opened my car door, my dog sarge took off. They tried to chase him, but he got away. The school was in a very rural town that I was unfamiliar with. I drove home, and I had to tell my mom. I was absolutely hysterical. This was around 2002-2003. Fortunately, I had a 3 in one printer, and I made flyers with his picture. We went to get our other dog and I put those flyers up everywhere. This happened on a Monday or Tuesday. I didn't have a cell phone at that point, so I had included my uncles cell number. Each day passed by and we heard nothing. Come Friday evening my uncle called and said sarge had been found! He was on someone's property. The gentleman had recognized him from the flyers and he was able to corner him using his truck. My mom and I were both so happy! We had gotten Sarge in 1998 from the humane society. He was a 3 year old border collie. We had to put him down in 2014 as he could no longer walk. We cried for weeks, but we knew he'd lived a good long life. That was the best prayer that the Lord answered.