Sorry to go so long without updating. I didn't realize so many people were reading this story. Not much has happened, so I haven't had a lot to tell you all about.

Last week, I managed to get a neighbor on my side to help catch the feller. She was actually in contact with one of the same rescue organizations that I was. Luckily the lady at C.A.R.E. made the connection and gave her my number.

We got so close, but once again failed at catching Isaiah. The leash was almost over his head, when he got up and darted away from us. He let out several loud yelps and limped away, looking back at us with the saddest look on his face I have ever seen. We almost got him a few other times that night, but each time we tried, we got a little bit further from success.

Since that night, I have seen very little of Isaiah. When I do seen him, it is a horrifying experience for us both. He is hanging out near the street and will come out to see my dogs, if we happen to cross paths. For some reason, he will not walk in the grass. He wanders down the middle of the street (a four lane boulevard), despite the cars traveling around him. This has only happened twice in the past week, but each time I have to turn my head away, as cars come screeching to a halt to avoid him. One night, he almost got hit by about 7-10 cars. I could barely keep myself from bursting into tears. I just wanted to run out in the street and grab him in my arms. The poor sweetie is just so petrified.

To make the situation more difficult, I am now on crutches. I can't even walk my own dogs. I don't think, Isaiah would let me get within twenty feet of him with my big scary metal thingies. I am still seeing Isaiah wandering around once in a awhile, but he is not make his presence known as he was earlier. I'm afraid that in trying to help the little guy, we have actually scared him away. I really don't know what to do at this point, other than to keep putting out food and hoping that he will come back.