They sure are man's best friend.
An article in the local paper told recently of a Foxy who had spent 5 hours on the road, up hill and down dale, looking for his boss. The owner has a beach house 34k from his home and he went to town this particular day,Foxy thought he had gone to the beach house, so he took off after him unbeknown to the owner.
When he got home Foxy wasn't there so he did some enquiring and the neighbour told him where he had seen him, off he went and sure enough there was Foxy on the verandah patiently waiting. you gotta luv it.