The owner has launched a full-scale search effort, enlisting tens (hundreds, maybe) of volunteers to help "Bring Havoc Home." (Both national and international readers may have seen some recent TV coverage.) Havoc's made it through the polar vortex (the real one in January and the more recent baby vortex in March) and has been seen a handful of times in the last few weeks.
Since we're up at all hours anyway, Sandra noticed some barking and trash foraging early (and I mean e-a-r-l-y) one morning. The next day Havoc's owner brought out some dog sniffers to see if they could pick up a scent. They did.
We've volunteered our yard as a feeding station for Havoc. So far, it's mostly just meant that Charlotte keeps asking and hoping that the dog will come live in our garden. Penny's also had to fight her inquisitive [Ed.: come on, just say it. Nosy. She's nosy. Very, very nosy.] nature and leave the feeding bowl alone. She's failed, though we don't believe she's eating the food.
In fact, we're pretty sure she's not eating the food. Instead, a fox is stopping by twice a day for a few quick bites. (The feeding station setup includes a heat-activated camera.) The fox is surprisingly regular. Our backyard seems to be the port-of-call at 7pm, 1am, and 7am. Last night we even watched the fox live. It was pretty cool.
