A tenant just came pounding on the door, in tears. She'd opened the back gate to bring her bike in and four dogs, previously scattered all over the yard, instantly converged in a mass breakout.
Now, this is a tough neighborhood. I've not only heard gunfire, many times, I've seen people shooting at each other. But when it comes to missing doggies, everybody's a Good Sam. By the time I joined the hunt there were a dozen people pointing out puppy-trails and hallooing down alleys, while a tough hombre in a Ranchero cruised the neighborhood yelling "Miss Peabody! Josie! Jasmine! Charlie!"
We got them all back quickly. Thank God, because Josie is a stone killer.