Iggy is found!

My precious boy, Iggy, has been found! Two girls found him in the subdivision next to my daughter's townhome complex and took him to the LSU Vet School, where we had registered him as a lost dog. They called about 1:30 p.m. today. My daughter didn't tell me, but brought him up to my office. I was in the middle of a call, yelled, "They found my dog," hung up on the caller and celebrated.

He is none the worse for wear because, as it turns out, the girls found him about 11 p.m. and had their friend keep him in his apartment last night. It was reported he slept under the covers and ate well. So much for a basenji adventure! Typical Iggy--using his charm and good looks to worm his way into a posh situation. I am so grateful for their willingness to take him in and to treat him so royally.

Upon their arrival at my office, I immediately picked up the phone and at 4 p.m. both Iggy and cousin Oscar, the mini doxie, were at the vet being microchipped. Iggy slept most of the afternoon but is now back to his old self, digging in the trashcan at last report...

I am grateful to the many prayers, advice and offers of support that came from my wonderful family, my dear friends and the incredible BRAT network. I would not have survived those 30 terrible hours without each of them. It's good to know there's someone to depend on when you are most vulnerable. Iggy and I are blessed to have them in our lives.