Later I pedal my bicycle to the other side of the thicket, no sign of Toby, then back to the river I follow a deer trail to where I had spotted Toby last, at the blackberry thicket, and again I see no sign of Toby. At dusk I'm out searching for him and spotted him up towards Shady Cove. Several offers by people ho claimed having that special knack of catching dogs were accepted. Thanks agan for your concern and effort, but Toby is smarter, sneakier, quicker and even cuter than these people. Thanks again for the food and water that had been left out for Toby, I believe he put on some weight these last couple of days.
Toby leaves many other good hearted souls dissappointed.
Toby is starting to believe number 19, our house is his home since we always have left food out and others have stopped to help us with the capture of this wild critter. Earlier this day we had picked up an animal trap back at the Humane Society. The first bait I set out dissappeared. Toby is doomed. It was dark already, it was black and white and mad as hell.