A life long friend's father in law had some pedigree hound he'd take out in the local river bottoms and let him
chase what ever was out there. One time he didn't come back.
3-4 days later, a little old lady about 15 miles away called and said he was on her porch.
She'd fed him left over meat loaf & mashed potatoes and seemed fine. He went and got him.
A few weeks later. Same thing, he didn't come back.
3-4 days later same little old lady called. He went and got him again.
The next time he took the dog out, it did it again. When the little old lady called, he asked her if she'd like to keep him.
'Oh yes. We just love each other, and he really likes my cooking'. ............. He didn't go get him that time.