I was heartbroken last Saturday, I took my friend Paula down by the house to show her where he lives now and he was out running AGAIN and he followed the van just far enough, but then not far enough for us to pick him up and not get caught. I just want him back home where he belongs and I'm beginning to lose hope that that will ever happen. My neighbor that lives that way said she sees him out everyday running loose and today he was in the yard where Smokey came from aka the dog fighting house and she tried to get him but he ran away from her. I plan on getting the paper work downtown on Wednesday since I have to be out of town tomorrow for my uncle's funeral.