Pepper walked herself for this one. Roger opened the door to leave while I was already out. Pepper went to look for me perhaps.
Pepper ended up about a mile away, across a four lane road, and through the Fairlington neighborhood. A wonderful woman, Marie, helped to catch her and called the number on her tag, which was to the foster mother, since I hadn't changed her tag yet. We picked her up a short time later. We were very fortunate.
Also scratched up the door the first time Roger went out. Roger doesn't want to use the crate, but I think he is coming around.
Angelic doesn't mean perfect...and we aren't perfect either, so I won't beat myself up too much...