UPDATE on last post...

So, her old roommate [from a few years back] called my telling me the street the owner's house is on, 4th from the left and "green."
Sooooo I just drove down to the house with Vince and Guinness.
THE LIGHTS WERE ON, which means she was or had recently been home.
I see someone in the window on the first floor and knocked. A guy answed, I asked if the dog was his, he said it was his roommate's upstairs. He tried to joke about it, saying the dog gets into their trashpile too. We gave him Guiness, and I said, "Well tell Veronica that she should take better care of her dog! The last time we found him, this is the second time, he was BLEEDING."
I was too pissed off to say anything else and stormed off.