Messages from the universe

My brother is not particularly good at taking messages from the universe. He had a boxer and said boxer got out quite a bit, chasing the neighbor's cows. Brother bought an invisible fence but never got around to putting it in.
Boxer got shot by neighbor and neighbor buried boxer, in neighbor's yard. Brother went over and dug it up while neighbor watched.
Brother got another boxer, soon after. That dog got run over by a car in front of my brother's house.
Brother got another boxer. That boxer got out last night, when my brother took it over to a friend's house to spend the night. One of friend's kids left the gate open during the night (?) and ...despite the fact that my brother KNOWS I am exhausted and desperately need my rest after the most excruciatingly hard week I've had since working commercial construction...he calls twice to tell me he needs help looking for his dog, which is in my neighborhood. I gotta tell you, that dog...has ZERO discipline and runs around like a whirling dervish, the tasmanian devil of cartoon fame... oh, it does not bode well for that dog, it's probably on a plane to Zimbabwe by now. Seriously, that dog is probably running itself right to death with its freedom. My brother wants me to put 'an ad in the times' with a reward.
Every time his dog gets out or gets killed it becomes a huge family -wide crisis because he has no one in his life to share these things with.
I do not want to get out of bed, but I fear I must. There is no telling where that dog is...