05/05/2026
Aurora. Is. Home. đžđĄ
We got the call Saturdayâheartbroken pawrents đ, desperate for answers. Aurora had slipped away on Tuesday, apparently taking her own version of spring break. There were a few sightings, but nothing solid.
As always, we started with questions⌠and a map. Patterns. Terrain. Cover. Sometimes you can almost feel where a dog will go. This one pointed us to a nearby schoolâsurrounded by wheat fields and just enough tree line to disappear into. It doesnât take much for a dog to hide in plain sight.
Amy with Topeka/Lawrence Dog Trappers responded, and soon she and Auroraâs pawrents spotted her along the edge of the woods. That first sighting? Itâs overwhelming. Every instinct says to call their name, to run toward them, to believe theyâll come.
And then you see itâŚ
Survival mode.
Your dog looks at you⌠turns⌠and runs the other way.
Time for a new plan.
Amy set a feeding station in the sighting area, working in scent attractant. Not quite as magical as rotisserie chickenâbut it carries well on the wind and along the ground. Then we waited. Aurora wasnât interested.
By Sunday evening, I headed out, hoping hunger might shift the oddsâif we could find her. Amy spotted her again, lying along the tree line behind the school. At around 100 pounds, Aurora needed our largest trap, paired with a custom remote trigger. We brought everything: stinky food, scent spray, rotisserie chicken. The full playbook.
Normally, curiosity wins.
Not Aurora.
For six hoursâfrom 6 PM to midnightâwe watched each other. A silent standoff. I knew we couldnât leave the trap overnight with school in session the next day. And Aurora? She had chosen her ground wellâtucked into a corner with a fence behind her and lights in front. Safe. Smart.
Monday evening, she wasnât out in the open. Not surprising with school activity. I reset the trap where sheâd been bedding, hoping sheâd return. Then I took to the air.
Drone up.
With FAA clearance secured, I began sweeping the area. First passânothing. Second passâexpanded north along the tree lines. Still nothing.
Thenâmovement.
A man walking his small dog unknowingly changed everything. As he moved along the tree line, I held position with the drone, watching. I had a feelingâŚ
There she was.
Flushed from cover, Aurora broke west into a wheat fieldâcompletely hidden from ground view. Without the drone, we wouldâve missed her. She was just 50â75 feet from the trap.
I tracked her for nearly half a mile as she moved south into dense woods. Water nearby. Good cover. A smart move.
Now the question: when would she come back?
A third flight confirmed itâshe was staying put, deep in the woods.
Mom arrived. Time for a new plan.
We left the trap at the school and headed south. The landowner gave permission (huge thank you), and we moved in quietly. No pressure. No noise. Low, slow, calm. And yes⌠rotisserie chicken in hand.
We reached the edge of the woods where she had entered. Through the thick brush, Mom spotted her. Aurora shifted deeper at first, unsure. So we adjustedâlooped around to the east side.
Soft voices.
Kneeling low.
Patience.
And that chicken did its job.
Aurora stepped forward⌠and walked straight into Momâs armsâtalking the whole way, letting us know exactly how she felt about being found.
Slip lead on. Short hike out.
Aurora was going home. đĄ
Happy, happy day.
Welcome home, Aurora. đžâ¤ď¸
Now⌠youâre grounded.
(Rescues like this take a villageâand then some.
Thank you to everyone who shares posts, watches for sightings, and helps us piece together the puzzle. To the landowners, school principal, and neighbors who welcome us and work alongside usâyour support makes all the difference.
Weâre also incredibly grateful for Shawnee County Animal Control and the Kansas Highway Patrol officers who are always ready to step in when needed.
Rescues near major roadways and highways carry real risksâfor the dog and for the public. These situations demand coordination, trust, and quick action.
We simply could not do this without the partnerships, relationships, and support from so many of you.
Thank you.)