When we lived in North Carolina, an old golden retriever would show up at our house every July 5th for several years. The family would go to the beach for the week of the 4th and somehow the dog made its way roughly 2 miles through the country to our house after he would jump the back fence. After the first year, they knew to pick him up at our house. Don’t recall if they ever offered to pay for kenneling him.
That’s crazy.