You see, Woody had gotten out under the fence while we were on vacation 17 MONTHS ago. My sister had left the patio door open for the dogs while she was at work. I posted signs and checked all the shelters, called all the vets, drove and walked the neighborhood, checked out every dog I ever saw for months. The only lead that I had gotten was that someone had seen him get chased by a guy on a motorcycle and that he had caught and ridden off with him. I thought surely he had been taken for dog fighting bait and was dead by now. The first question I asked on the phone was if he was alive.
Gathered up the kids and made my way to the Humane Society....and sure enough, it was Woody! Thank goodness for microchippping! When they finally brought him out to me he wiggled from his nose all the way down to his barely-existent tail. In the time he was gone I got pregnant and my daughter is now nearly 7 months old. He's taken too her quite well. If she's on the floor he has to be laying next to her. He follows me everywhere and has gone back to being good buds with our other BT as well.
We figure that he either got sold / given to someone or that someone just decided to keep him and not look for us. I think they did do some training with him, because he sits and comes better. (But he still pooped on my kitchen floor.) He's healthy and skinnier than he was before. Haven't had a chance to check out his teeth to see if they were fixed, but he's still intact. (We were planning to have a couple rotten teeth pulled and get him neutered when he ran away.) All in all, he's a happy dog and we're happy to have him back. :D