answer:I did wonder about our beagle, Larchmont Jeffrey. He used to howl a lot and escape our little property when the moon was full and wander about. He had a tag on his collar that said,“If you find me, put me in the Larchmont Taxi.” The taxi driver (only the one guy who knew and liked my mother) drove Jeff to 7 Villa Lane, collect. So, monthly, Jeff and the taxi used to appear in front of our house, until my mother finally sent Jeff to a “nice family in the country.” I loved that dog.