Am at my wit’s end trying to outsmart my wily Chihuahuas. Once again–& you cannot imagine the lengths I go to to prevent this–they broke out & took off. I scoured the neighborhood & found all but two. As a last resort, after an hour of looking, I decided to drive in a canal zone with mile-high grass near an expressway. Of course, I prepared for the worst.

They were there, since it’s where I often take them walking. All the anger & panic felt at losing them subsided when I saw their fear & confusion at being lost & their overwhelming relief at being found.