Well I finally got around to it and strolled down to my neighbors to check if the mutt was ok... I could hear them inside saying “Get the dog! Get the dog!” before they opened the door.
She opened the door and the first one out was the mutt, ecstatic to see me. She was grateful and the dog was fine.
I had let her out of my backyard finally this morning about 6 AM but she just hung around on my porch till after I fell asleep.
Anyways, to all the chicken-bone deniers:
I never lost one yet!
;-)
Good for you and the wandering canine!