running along a bush lined road. I stopped and tried to catch him but he was spooked and ran into the trees. Today I saw him again, trotting along the same road with a dead rat in his mouth, he looked pretty pleased with himself but again bolted when I stopped. So tonight I went back and put out a bowl with some food and a blanket that I wore around inside my shirt. Maybe he will find it, maybe the coyotes will...we called the pound and told them he was somewhere around there....I hope he will be ok.
I hope he's okay Carol, poor lost soul. I bet he knows now that he has a guardian angel