My son’s friend’s new Chihuahua, named Disney, escaped from his house two nights ago.

It was predicted to be about 10 degrees that Wednesday night.

My wife and sharp-eyed son joined my friend’s family and other friends searching neighboring streets.

We know there are foxes in the neighborhood and this Dad thought if the short-haired puppy didn’t freeze to death, it might be eaten by such a hungry predator.

No luck in finding Disney.

Family and friends were praying that night for the puppy’s survival.

The next day my wife called with the good news.

My son’s playmate’s mother had called and told her that a woman walking her dog on Sunset (Gate 21) had spotted the Chihuahua crawling out from a hold under a house.

The pet was four blocks from home.

The woman knew where to take the pup because of posters put up in the neighborhood.

A happy ending and answer to prayers in a situation where this pessimist thought tragedy was the most likely result.

But that’s the kind of ending in all Disney adventures, isn’t it?

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Disney is seen on top after returning home.

The fox is on top of my fence with a small animal in its mouth. He was apparently temporarily deterred from jumping onto Lake Avenue for a short while. The last traffic count I saw had 6,500 cars a day going by–more than on some 4-lane Interstates in Downstate Illinois.