I did indeed just speak with your dog. He wanted you to calm down, stop putting those posters up all over the Village. He is not lost, only tired of you. He said thanks for the shots and the food, that was nice, but that he just needed to get away from your voice. Surely you can understand this
He wanted to send a post card but was having trouble getting his paws on some stamps. Instead, he asked me to handle it. Things could change, he said, and that come fall he may be back. For now, he is hanging out down by the Brick Sphynx, eating Doritos and drinking malt liquor and seems to not be at all embarrassed about it.