While I was telling my 2nd hour class about my Balt drama someone called to tell me they had Balt. I had put an ad in Craigslist (as well as called the police, and local vets). We made arrangements to meet at lunch the guy who picked up Balt at a gas station. I offered thank you money but the guy wouldn't take it. Balt is acting kind of funny. He's not really happy to be home, that's for sure. I'm not sure what's going on. I think he actually got lost, or disorientated. This guy told me he found him on Gammon Road walking towards the freeway. He locked him in a dumpster while he unloaded his car to go back to get him and had to force him in his car. Balt spent the night at the guy's girl friend's house because he had dogs that were not friendly. He told me Balt was a ball of love the whole time but would not get into his car. He was surprised to see how easily Balt got into my big truck. Anyway, the drama is over and now I have to deal with aftermath of never being able to let Balt go out on his own, especially at night.