My canine friend Sam had quite a story to tell one Friday evening in August. He's a real Momma's boy, a designer dog, cute as the dickens, who hovers around his human's feet, staying close to treat jar, and never leaving the confines of his fenced in yard...that is until he decided to doggie dash away from the groomers studio.....Yikes. Up and down the streets we walked, searched, called, and asked good citizens who were near.....flyers flew around the city, walkers walked looking in search of little charcoal colored Sammy. It was a horrifying night, that worsened, when a call came from a neighbor saying a car accidentally hit a small pooch. Our hearts sank...but our HOPE didn't. Up at the crack of dawn, a cry from a worried pet parent near the wooded area, flushed out little Sam! He was bloody and beaten, tired and hungry, but he was back in his Momma's lap heading to the vet! Little Sam was going to be OK, and he was certainly overheard to say, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home!" Wonder if ruby slippers come in canine size small?