I hear a jingle in the kitchen as I’m sitting on the back step, using the quiet of Milo’s nap time to plan our weekend trip….no one is in the house as far as I know, but I’ve become jumpy since my wallet was stolen. Turns out this little dog was the culprit. His license tag declared that his name was Toby and his (or his owner’s) cell number was listed too. AND he had pooped on the kitchen floor. Milo wasn’t quite sure whether he liked Toby or was scared of Toby, but Toby was a friendly little fellow, and the cleaning lady from whom he had escaped came and collected him in short order. I hope he visits again, but that he remembers his toilet training.