Rusty is 3 years old, and we might have to change his name again to Speedy. I had him in the yard on the leash. I dropped the leash and he took off. Heart disease and all, I didn't think I could still run! I was running up the street screaming and he was running as fast as his little legs would take him! I lost sight of him and was almost crying. A neighbor I don't even know came out and drove me around in her car looking for him. Then when DH couldn't find us, he figured out what happened and he was driving around too. I guess we both spotted him at the same time. The leash had gotten caught on someone's back steps. By the time I got around to the steps, DH already had him. Thank God! He sure got a good run in, and now he is sound asleep! They told me to make sure he gets a lot of exercise! LOL