Lost and Found a short story by Amy Glenn Vega It was the picture that caught my eye and stopped me dead my tracks.  I was on the way out of the grocery store, my right arm loaded up with reusable shopping totes full of food; my left balancing a large bag of dog kibble on my hip. Lost Dog, the flyer read.  The words had been scrawled in pencil by an unsteady hand, and a picture of a goofy-looking tri-color basset hound...