I called the city twice, they came out, said she ran off, couldn't find her. I called the dog catcher directly because he called me, never heard back.
I went back home to see family and take in the Wyoming game with my brother, I was gone for a total of 4 days, when I got back and drove down her street, her couch was gone, her bowls that other people had left her, gone.
I was a bit worried, but also hopeful they got her, good home, all of that in her future. Nope, when I drove back, there she was, looking good as she could, all things considered.
There's a cemetery with a small wall on her street, I put a big bucket behind the wall for water, she can eat and drink away from traffic.
Every morning I feed her on my way to work. I do the same after and check on her in the evening.
She knows me now, comes out of hiding when my truck rolls down her street. She comes close to sniff me, she stretches out right before eating, but she won't let me pet her yet.
That's about it