When I discovered she was gone, I jumped in the car and drove around the block in an ever widening radius, looking and calling for her.
When I got home there was a message on the answering machine from our dog groomer (this was back in 2006 before I had a cell phone). They had Cara.
Oh my gosh, how had they found her? Our dog groomer was quite a distance from our house.
The story they told me was simply amazing.
Cara had been found running on Quintard Avenue--the main drag through town and the busiest street. (I almost had heart failure when they told me this--she very easily could have been hit by a car!)
The people who stopped and picked her up noticed that she had been to a dog groomer recently and they recognized the dog perfume our groomer uses. The groomer is actually located pretty close to where Cara was found.
These very nice people took Cara to the groomer and asked if she belonged to one of their clients. The groomer recognized her (also amazing considering how many dogs they groom and that Cara wasn't wearing her collar) and they were able to look up my phone number in their records.
So a lost dog was returned to its owner all because of the doggy perfume she was wearing. I'm tellin' ya, I wish I could make this stuff up. Life really is stranger than fiction.