I think I figured out what happened to Doggiedog.
He went home and had no news on his neighbor and was concerned about the dog. He decided to go look for himself since the lights and TV were still on and the dog was still outside. He grabbed his trusty spatula on the way out in case he needed to defend himself or ward off any evil flying grilled cheeses that mights appear. Anyways, he heads next door and rings the bell. There is no answer. He decides to look around the house to see if he can see anyone inside. He piled a lawn chair on top of a patio table to get a look in a second story window. The cheap chair gave way and he fell down and hit his head. Bleeding and suffering from amnesia, he headed down the street to the local Krispy Kreme in hopes of finding a friendly police officer to help him out. Turns out that a gang of Hell's Angels had overran that Krispy Kreme and had killed all of the police officers that were there. Now in his state of disillusion he didn't realize what was going on, and also forgot why he was there. He ordered a couple of original glazed and headed out. His next best bet was to find an animal control officer to deal with the disorderly dog. He heads to the local Chinese restaurant's dumpster because the animal control officers are usually back there playing "guess the cat bone." He doesn't find any help there, but does find a very pretty Chinese girl. They hit it off and head out for drinks. They down a couple of mai-tai's. But then the alcohol aggravates his head injury and things start getting weird on him. He realizes that the pretty Chinese girl is actually a clown who's real name is George. Doggiedog gets mad at himself and the clown and whips out the spatula. The bartender sees him wielding the weapon and clubs him over the head with a fifth of Parrot Bay. The crappy liquor mixed with the added blunt trauma was just too much for poor Doggiedog. He is resting comfortably in a hospital not far from his house.
The moral of the story is:
Please buy decent lawn furniture.