Our miniature pinscher saga had a happy resolution this morning. At 7:00 in the cotton-pickin' morning our phone rang. It was the owner of Mimi and Pepe; whose real names are Clovas (sic) and Garth.
He drove over right away to pick them up, and the resultant tail-wagging confirmed that he was indeed their owner. He lives a couple blocks from where Liz found them. When he came home Wednesday afternoon to find them gone, he said he didn't know where to look. So he didn't look. I think someone's a few fries short of a happy meal.
His mom saw Liz's "Found Dog" signs this morning when she was putting up "Yard Sale" signs. That explains the early intrusion on my weekend sleeping. But the guy has a 9-year-old son, who I am sure is overjoyed to have his puppies back.
All's well that ends well. Our three dogs said they won't miss Clovas and Garth one bit.