12/21/2025
Late Night Reunite … Bringing Enzo Home
Last night was one of those nights that reminds you exactly why we do this.
Little Enzo had been missing for five days in Loganville, Georgia.
His mom, Brooks, is from Indiana. She and her family were traveling — Enzo was dropped off with her aunt while they continued on to Miami for a cruise. While they were gone, Enzo escaped the yard and vanished.
Sightings started coming in.
Then more sightings.
Then one that put him five miles away in a completely different neighborhood.
Brooks and her family did everything right. They brought in the best of the best — Top Gun Drone Services, with my friend Mike Snyder flying. Over the course of two days, Mike flew 10–11 hours, tracking Enzo through neighborhoods, woods, and backyards.
At 10:30 last night, my phone rang.
We tried everything — magnet dog, owner on scene, luring techniques, phone coaching — all the tricks we know. Enzo wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t slowing down. He wasn’t coming to anyone. He was in full survival mode.
I was in Rome, Georgia, visiting my friend Alex Guma at his beautiful new shop, Dixie’s Tattoo & Jewelry Shop & Cuban Art Gallery. I left, drove an hour home, loaded my van, grabbed my traps and gear — then turned around and drove another hour and a half to Loganville.
I arrived around 12:30 a.m.
Brooks, her aunt, and Mike were exhausted. Emotional. They just wanted their dog back so they could go home. Mike found Enzo immediately — that part was never the problem. Keeping eyes on him was. He was moving constantly, slipping in and out of cover, sometimes even disappearing from the drone… and then Mike would find him again.
This is where I always try to explain something important:
Missing dog psychology is often the exact opposite of normal dog behavior.
You don’t chase.
You don’t pressure.
You let the dog make the decision.
I set my trap. I did what I do. The job isn’t to force the dog — it’s to create the safest opportunity for them to come back on their own terms.
At around 2:30–2:40 a.m., we watched Enzo approach the trap. He circled it. Walked away. Came back. Hunger finally outweighed fear.
When that trap door closed, I was on the phone with Mike and Brooks. I ran to it, secured it, loaded Enzo into my van, and we all drove back to the house together.
Inside the home, we cut the zip ties.
And Enzo was back where he belonged — in his family’s arms.
I left Loganville and pulled into my driveway at 4:45 a.m.
I was up again at 6:00 a.m. to care for the dogs.
And now it’s on to the next thing — dropping supplies for Chubby and her puppies.
That’s how this work goes.
It’s late nights.
Long drives.
Missed sleep.
And moments that make every mile worth it.
Always grateful to partner with my friend Mike and Top Gun. Always grateful for a victory. And always grateful when a dog makes it home.
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We put our hearts into everything we do.
Thank you for helping us keep going. That’s 3 dogs we recovered so far this weekend ..
