The little wench apparently got picked up by the snow plower and cuddled with him for Easter before being dropped off at animal control. Everyone there wanted to adopt her, of course, as Sage is the cutest thing ever.
There was a $135 fee to pick her up, which I completely could not afford, and now we just have to pray the jostling of savings to checking transfers and everything go through in time to avoid disaster. Thank you so much, you little monkey. Apparently if you can't cough up the money, you don't get your dog back and they just immediately go up for adoption. Nice.
She is now looking up at me blissfully, as if to say: "Aw, you didn't need that money, Mama! It was totally great and I'd do it again. Snow plows are awesome."
But she's home. Thank you guys for your good wishes.