A man I know lost his dog, Levon. Levon is a terrier of some kind and, apparently, full of wanderlust. His owner was crestfallen and nearly inconsolable by his own admission. He plastered flyers everywhere with Levon's picture on them, as well the promise of a $500 reward.
Turns out Levon had somehow made it across West End Ave., one of the busiest highways in Nashville, without getting hit by a car. He wandered a few blocks only to be discovered by a very elderly lady who lived in nearby apartments. Her vision was too bad to read the inscription on Levon's tag. When her daughter came to visit a couple of days later they called the owner, who was ecstatic.
When he arrived Levon was wearing a doggy sweater and eating chicken pot pie. The elderly lady said he'd been eating chicken pot pie since she picked him up three days ago.
The woman had no idea about the $500 reward, so when Levon's owner handed her a $500 check, the old lady cried. She is by no means wealthy--she was so surprised and grateful for the reward.
[Thinking about this story and the sight of a terrier named Levon eating chicken pot pie in a sweater makes me laugh.]