In the general chaos of Grandma and Grandpa's visit to the Greenleafs in Denver this Tuesday, home to Jack the Yorkie and Diamond the Jack Russel, no one even noticed he was gone. Until I saw the big, hand-lettered sign as I was heading out on an errand. "LOST YORKIE, PURPLE COLLAR, BLUE COAT". I caught Annie on her cell as she and Hilda were headed to get their nails done. "OMG", says Annie, "That's Jack!". They did a "U", called the number, and learned neighbors a block away had found him exploring their garage. Since they were getting ready to head out on a Thanksgiving visit, they had taken him to the community police station, with the request that if the owners didn't show up, please don't take him to the pound, because they wanted him. Hilda and Annie got there just in time to save him from a night in the slammer.

Jack, nonchalant after his rescue from incarceration