Beloved Pet Goes Missing Last Sunday our dog, Smudge, wandered off, probably into the 214-acre forest preserve on the edge of our property, a rocky, hilly patch of hundred-year-old oak trees where he once loved to run. My husband Bob, son Tom and I searched the forest, calling his name. No one knew how he'd make his way back.He's an old dog now, becoming increasingly blind. That night, we got a soaking rain and the temperature dropped into the 30s. Did Smudge think his job with our family was fi