Y'all might remember that this last week I was on a beach vacation and took Salty with me. Well last night we stopped in Orlando and today we went to Universal. My dad got home before me and tried to take Salty potty. Well the leash was accidentally hooked wrong and he got away from my dad and grandmama. Some of you may remember from when I was a frequent poster here that Salty has high stranger anxiety and is on Prozac. Well, needless to say he freaked out and ran as far away as he could. We're at a camp ground on a busy road and he was last sighted over a mile away hours ago. I don't see how he could make his way back to the camp ground, our best bet is that he'll get picked up and I'll be called because of his chip and his collar, but to be completely honest, I'm not hold my breath. I live over 6 hours away and my heart is broken, but I'm going to have to go home. I've called the sherrifs and they have his and my info. Animal control in this county is not open until Monday and even if they got a call about a stray dog they dont see that as an emergency so they would not go out and pick him up. I just have this gut feeling that this is it. I've tried to do everything right by him and he never truly made a lot of improvement, he only functioned well with me. Please pray or whatever you do for me and Salty. We are going to keep looking for him until tomorrow, but we will have to leave. If I get a call I will high tail it back here in a heartbeat, but I feel like staying is just going to give me false hope and set me up for more heartbreak. Like I said, I just really have a gut feeling that this is it. Please send t&ps our way. (sorry no paragraphs, I'm on my phone).