Once someone left the gate open after I'd given my dogs baths, so no tags. My heart stopped. We drove everywhere calling them, we called vets, shelters, even the highway department (they are in charge of picking up... yeah). No luck. I printed up a million neon pink posters with their descriptions and the reward and plastered a five mile radius.
And I got so lucky, because a jogger ran past my most distant sign, and TWO BLOCKS away she came across another poster that said "found, two dogs" with the same descriptions. She backtracked and got my poster, and then called both of us.
My little runaways had crossed a six lane highway in rush hour, and been taken in and fed and played with and given big fat pillows to snooze on. I bet Lexy is somewhere getting the same right now.