Dorothy, our de facto mother-in-law on the other end of the pasture, called tonight to say that Petey, her dog, was missing. Abby and I saw Petey yesterday evening when he came up to the yard and wanted to come in and play with our dogs, but he ran off. We didn’t think much of it, since he is out and about all the time. It’s hard to search for Petey because he is nearly deaf from old age, so you can’t call for him.
Tonight I searched the patch for him with no luck. I suppose he could still come home, but Abby is afraid the coyotes may have gotten him. We’ll keep our eyes open.