Enter the pet detective, a person to follow up on the ambiguous clues left by the pet psychic! Searching the streets of Madrid for a stone framed wood door, etc., is a full time job. AND, (paraphrasing Kim in Bye, Bye Birdie) I've got a lotta livin' to do! Thanks to El Crisis Economique there are a handful of detectives in this city, men who wouldn't have dreamed of looking for a missing canine 2 years ago, who are now willing to switch from tracking errant husbands to tracking missing dogs in exchange for some Euros. And why not? Our wise Detective agrees, someone has rescued our dog and decided to keep the little guy. He hasn't surfaced at any of the city's many dog pounds, nor at the police stations, nor at the Vets' offices, nor at the (ahem) dog morgue. SO... pet detective it is!
In order to cover all the bases we have launched a two-pronged search and rescue mission (paraphasing Rumsfeld or Guiliani...or some other important person in charge of things) to find Thunder. Here's the ad in the local paper...
See Thunder above to the right? He kind of looks like the dog version of the attorney above and to the left of his ad, doesn't he?
We have not yet begun to fight!
(Civil war quote? Shoot, who said this? Too lazy to source this quote and too old to remember...Ok...I felt guilty for being too lazy to google a quote... and it's a way to waste some time so that I can't possibly study my Spanish. It's from John Paul Jones to the British during the Revolutionary War.)