The calls came at 12:30 am and 3:20 am - a man calling to say he might have my dog and would I please call to give him a description. He hoped the dog in question was Lena but he also hoped she wasn't because he was growing very fond of her (Lena does that to people). I waited until early afternoon since it seemed like Lena's potential hero was a night owl. When I called, I described my girl down to the scar on her nose from picking on a raccoon. Her hero - James, said called her by her name and she must have responded cuz he sort of mumbled, "yep, guess she is your dog." MY DOG!!!! After such a long time I thought I would never see her cute face again. When I walked up to James' house, Lena was peaking out the window, wriggling like crazy and making little squeaky whiny sounds. Her hero James seemed like a good soul, sort of a late night, punk music fan with a soft spot for lost dogs. He is also my hero. Thank you James! And thank you everyone who gave me so much encouragement while Lena was missing, it really helped.