Helicopters!

Choppers! Hueys! I can't think of a third slang term for them, so I'll repeat helicopters!

Through some good investigative phone calling, our friend and angel Donna has discovered that the National Park Service owns and maintains a helicopter whose sole reason for existence is to patrol Rock Creek Park twice a day. Donna spoke to the nice people with the Park Service, and they offered to keep a copy of our Lucy flier in the 'copter, and to keep their eyes peeled for her. Both of the two pilots who fly the park patrols will have our phone number with them in case they see Lucy wandering in the park. I've been told that they easily spot dogs from the air, and usually can even tell when the dog is with a person or not.

Donna had previously looked into having a flight school's helicopters do training flights over that area too, but they have to apply for a waiver. See, we're within 7 miles of the White House, so there are some significant flight restrictions over the area. But the Park Service don't need no steenking waiver. So that's pretty terrific. And since someone else was just telling us they should have some nightvision goggles at some point in the near future, this Lucy search is becoming more and more like a Tom Clancy novel. I wish Lucy could comprehend everything that's going on because of her.

So a big THANK YOU to the National Park Service and the kind helicopter pilots who will be looking out for Goose.

(Note: Lucy's nicknames are legion. Goose is just one of them.)