I just found a tiny chihuahua running down the sidewalk in front of my house in the middle of a pounding storm. She ran right to me and flopped down on her back at my feet for belly rubs when I whistled, so she was obviously someone's pet. She didn't have a collar on though, so I ended up running around the neighborhood knocking on doors in the pouring rain. Happy news! She lives just three doors down and her dad was running around in the rain looking for her. The storm had broken open their back gate and she decided to go on an adventure. I love happy endings.