Bruce, you've gotta be $_______ me... now I gotta watch. Two dogs next door so shouldn't take long to sort this out.
One wonders whether it may depend on whether the dog(s) stole Christmas candy in foil wrappers - my Dal did once, a bowl of Hershey's Kisses - glittery foil all over backyard... it's a wonder the chocolate didn't kill him according to that dogly myth (apparently). Come to think of it, he generally gazed off toward Polaris... possible variables: I wonder if Uranus was in retrograde?
I wonder if FN had the same incredible instinct? Lost? Just go to the honeybucket and follow his fanny... if he couldn't find Howland at least he might have found that - with both hands.