The dog is home! He was picked up by the pound. Poor bub must have gotten caught in something, because his neck is pretty raw, but overall, he's none the worse for wear. Although he REEKS to high heaven. Two baths and a baby wipe wipedown, and he still stinks. It's not skunk, but maybe I should try tomato sauce.
I think he was fairly traumatized by his experience at the dog pound, he was pretty anxious for the first hour or so he was home. His inner Basset has taken over, though, and he's sleeping on my feet, which will now have to be soaked in lye to take the stench off of them.