Me too, Brandy ! One Summer I found a dog had invited itself into the house and was quite comfortable, sitting on a chair! No idea where it came from, no name tag or anything. So I took it round the village,hoping that someone would recognise it. It led me to one house but the occupier said it wasn't theirs. This patttern was repeated, the dog leading me to back doors, to garages, to outhouses, all without a result. Eventually a farm worker said it was a travellers' dog, because it had a collar like they used, and led me down the road to where the travellers had set up camp. Sure enough, it was greeted like a long lost friend !And the mystery why it had gone around the back of people's houses, as though it had been there before.....Well, the cynic in me suggested one likely, if unflattering possibility!