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Eye in the Sky Thermal Drone Pet Rescue — Dedicated to reuniting lost pets with their families using advanced thermal drone technology and a deep understanding of lost pet behavior.

A frightened dog.A bonded companion.A thermal drone overhead.And a man standing alongside the road holding a shotgun.🇺🇸🐾...
05/24/2026

A frightened dog.
A bonded companion.
A thermal drone overhead.
And a man standing alongside the road holding a shotgun.

🇺🇸🐾❤️ Cash is safe ❤️🐾🇺🇸

This weekend in Shelbyville was something none of us will forget.

We were searching for Cash after he escaped from a campground enclosure. From what Sarah explained, Cash panicked when she briefly went out of sight, and in that moment of stress and confusion, he broke away and disappeared.

Shortly after he got loose, while he was still inside the campground area, Cash stopped and looked directly at Sarah. At the time, she didn’t yet understand calming signals or what panic can look like in a dog, but she immediately recognized that something about his expression felt wrong.

She described it as a blank stare.

Not aggression.
Not disobedience.
Not stubbornness.

Just panic.

That disconnected look is something we sometimes see when a dog shifts fully into survival mode. The dog may physically see their owner, but emotionally and mentally they are overwhelmed, flooded with stress hormones, and no longer processing the situation normally.

That’s why pressure, chasing, yelling, or direct confrontation can sometimes push a frightened dog even farther away.

During the search, we were legally operating the thermal drone over surrounding areas while attempting to locate Cash and assess possible travel corridors.

At one point, we were confronted along the roadway by a nearby landowner who was holding a shotgun while confronting us about the drone operation. The situation escalated far beyond what it ever should have.

Law enforcement responded to the scene. After investigating the incident, the individual was arrested. We are pursuing charges.

I’m not going to turn this into a public argument or spectacle. That’s not what this work is about.

The phone call.

Sarah received a tip from a kind man who reported hearing a dog barking roughly a mile from the campground as the crow flies. What made that phone call especially important was that he understood dog behavior.

Rather than attempting to approach Cash himself, chase him, or pressure the situation, he stayed back and simply passed along the information. That decision likely made all the difference.

Honestly, his actions were incredibly impressive.

In these situations, well-intentioned pressure can accidentally push a frightened dog farther away or deeper into survival mode. Instead, this man recognized what mattered most: giving the dog space while helping direct the owners to the right area.

He is the reason Cash was located.

Sarah and Bobby responded with their bonded dog and approached the area carefully using calming signals and low-pressure movements.

Then came the moment that changed everything.

Cash saw the other dog.

The instant those two pups locked eyes, the entire situation shifted. You could almost feel the tension leave his body. The hesitation disappeared. The uncertainty disappeared.

At that point, it was over.

Cash was coming home.

No chasing.
No pressure.
No chaos.

Just familiarity.
Trust.
And a dog recognizing something safe.

Those moments are hard to describe unless you’ve witnessed them firsthand. You spend hours wondering where a dog is, whether they’re scared, whether they’re hurt, whether they’ll survive another night… and then suddenly, in one quiet moment, hope becomes real again.

Cash is home tonight because people cared enough to keep searching.
Because someone understood what not to do.
Because Sarah and Bobby stayed patient.
Because the bonded dog helped bridge that emotional gap.
And because calm often succeeds where pressure fails.

After the reunion, after the stress, after the uncertainty and everything that unfolded throughout the search, I spent some time talking with Bobby and Sarah, and I truly feel like we all bonded through this experience.

When you go through a situation together where a firearm suddenly becomes part of the picture, there’s something about that shared experience that’s difficult to even describe afterward. It changes the atmosphere instantly. And when it’s over, there’s a certain kind of relief and connection that comes with knowing everyone made it through safely together.

These situations are emotional. They’re exhausting. Sometimes they become overwhelming in ways people on the outside never fully see.

But moments like this also remind you how quickly strangers can become connected when everyone is fighting for the same outcome.

For me, escalated situations — especially ones involving a firearm — and the lack of understanding from people who may choose uneducated words or react before understanding what’s actually happening… these endings are what drive me.

They push me.

And I will always keep searching.

I’m incredibly thankful Cash is safe.
I’m thankful everyone can finally decompress.
And I hope Bobby and Sarah are able to enjoy the rest of their Memorial Day weekend with Cash exactly where he belongs — home.

If anyone appreciates the work we do, the long hours, the miles traveled, the equipment involved, and sometimes even the risks that come with helping families recover their companions, support is always deeply appreciated.

This work continues because of community support, shared awareness, tips from good people, and those willing to stand behind what we do.

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Thank you to everyone who follows, shares, supports, and helps bring these dogs home.

Be a drone Pilot they said.  It’ll be fun they said.  That’s a shotgun and a confrontation.
05/24/2026

Be a drone Pilot they said. It’ll be fun they said. That’s a shotgun and a confrontation.

❤️🐾The story of Elle🐾❤️There’s a kind of silence that settles over a family when a dog goes missing.Not the silence of g...
05/15/2026

❤️🐾The story of Elle🐾❤️

There’s a kind of silence that settles over a family when a dog goes missing.

Not the silence of giving up.
The silence of exhaustion. Of replaying every moment over and over. Of trying to stay hopeful while preparing yourself for heartbreak at the same time.

Elle had been missing for days.

What started as a familiar visit to family property suddenly turned into panic when a gate was accidentally left open. Angela spotted Elle down the road almost immediately. Friends rushed to help. For a moment, they had her contained near the porch.

Then fear took over.

Elle slipped away again.

And like so many scared dogs, distance and pressure slowly began changing her behavior. The farther she traveled, the more survival started replacing familiarity.

Brenna and her family had already been receiving guidance, education, and equipment support from another pet recovery specialist throughout Elle’s disappearance. A feeding station had been established, and there had already been a tremendous amount of emotional investment, effort, and sleepless nights poured into trying to bring her home.

My role in this recovery was to provide additional support through thermal drone work, quality road signs, and extra camera and trap equipment if it became necessary.

By the time I arrived, Brenna wasn’t just searching randomly anymore. She had maps. Times. Patterns. Sightings carefully marked out. Every update mattered because when a dog has been missing this long, even the smallest piece of information can start revealing movement, habits, and safe areas.

The emotional weight of that kind of searching is hard to explain unless you’ve lived it.

The waiting.
The uncertainty.
The constant replaying of “what if.”

At one point during the search, the family stood quietly behind me while I launched the drone. Nobody was talking much. Everyone was carrying the same mixture of hope and fear at the same time.

About ten minutes into the flight, Elle appeared.

“There she is…”
Then quietly, almost like the air had been knocked out of her chest:

“Oh my God… sit down.”

What happened next mattered.

Brenna saw Elle and immediately said, “Get down.”

I reinforced it right away. No direct eye contact. No pressure. No calling out. Stay quiet.

I told Brenna she could use her phone almost like a rearview mirror to watch Elle approach without staring directly at her. Dogs are used to seeing phones. Direct eye contact can create pressure. A phone doesn’t feel the same to them.

And slowly, carefully, Elle started closing the distance on her own.

No chasing.
No yelling.
No rushing.

Just patience. Familiarity. Quiet body language. A family giving their dog the space she needed to feel safe enough to come home.

Then came the moment none of us there will probably ever forget.

Elle actually walked into the family circle.

Not running.
Not panicked.

Just slowly moving into the middle of the people who had spent days worrying, searching, praying, and hoping for her return.

And then she walked straight up to Brenna’s mom.

The emotion in that moment hit everyone at once. Relief. Shock. Exhaustion. Love. The kind of release that only comes after days of fear finally loosen their grip on a family’s chest.

There were moments throughout this case where traps were triggered by wildlife instead of Elle. Long nights. Interrupted sleep. Emotional crashes after hopeful sightings. The kind of emotional fatigue most people never see behind recoveries like this.

But the family never stopped.

And in the end, Elle made the decision every lost dog owner hopes for.

She came back.

Not because someone overpowered her.
Not because someone forced the situation.

But because fear finally lost its grip long enough for familiarity to win.

Just patience, familiarity, and a dog finally realizing her family had come for her.

If you love what we do and like to support my efforts in helping to reunite lost pets with their families, please consider reacting to the post with a like, share, or comment. That really helps us. Also, all donations are used to help cover expenses associated with these recoveries.

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2207 Woodfield Road
Bloomington, IL 61704

05/14/2026

A surprise reunion. More on this incredible story tomorrow.

PSA: We have received an astounding amount of messages and calls for pet rescue inquiries in the last 72 hours! We celeb...
05/10/2026

PSA: We have received an astounding amount of messages and calls for pet rescue inquiries in the last 72 hours! We celebrated the marriage of our beautiful daughter yesterday, and a whirlwind weekend filled with family and friends!Congratulations to Skye and Caleb, wishing you a life filled with joy and love!!! We are here to help, and appreciate your patience as we navigate and respond to you all.

❤️🐾 It Started With a Message 🐾❤️“Hey it’s Kristen.”“Another spotting of the Bernese.”That’s how the Mystic recovery sta...
04/29/2026

❤️🐾 It Started With a Message 🐾❤️

“Hey it’s Kristen.”

“Another spotting of the Bernese.”

That’s how the Mystic recovery started.

Not a formal call.
Not a plan.

Just a message… and a dog already out there figuring things out on her own.



Mystic.

A Bernese Mountain Dog.
Young. Smart. And already adapting faster than anyone wanted.



Kristen sent what she had.

A sighting near Cole’s Photography.
On someone’s porch.
Eye contact.

And then she was gone again… back across a field.

That one detail—eye contact—told me a lot.

Making eye contact is pressure.

To a dog in survival mode, it feels predatory—like something is locking onto them.

It tells them, I see you.

And when they’re already on edge…

that’s enough to send them running.



By the time I got that message, Mystic wasn’t just missing.

She was already in survival mode.

Moving when it felt safe.
Avoiding people.
Keeping distance.

Doing exactly what they do when they’ve been out long enough.



I remember texting back:

“I’ve got all 10 cameras out right now on other recoveries… let me see what I can do to get something over there.”

Because that’s the reality.

There’s never just one dog.
There are always others already being worked.

But when something like this comes in…

you figure it out.



So we started with almost nothing.

One sighting.
One direction.
A little bit of behavior.

And we built from there.



Mystic didn’t just wander off.

She traveled.

From Burlington, Iowa… across the Mississippi River… into Gladstone, Illinois.

Roughly 20 miles.

That’s a long way for any dog—especially one still trying to make sense of everything.



Cameras went out.

Food, water, and home-scent items.

Nothing rushed. Nothing forced.

Just trying to understand her without pushing her further out.



And over time, Mystic started showing us she was still there.

Checking in.
Moving through the same general areas.
Staying just out of reach.



When Mystic hit that food station, I was watching it on camera.

Her body language said everything.

She was excited.
Genuinely happy to have found it.

I told Jason right away,

“That’s a big deal.”

Because for a dog her size, out there moving like she was…

that’s not just food.

That’s survival.



The trap wasn’t just dropped and left.

It was set live.

As soon as Mystic hit that food, water, and home-scent station and showed that level of excitement, I knew we had a window—and it wasn’t going to last long.

With a dog like that… you don’t get multiple chances.

You get one.



A large dog. Strong. Moving like she was.

It had to be done right.



I went back to what I’ve learned over time… and from people I trust.

Charlene especially.

Food suspended in the back of the trap… head up… committed movement forward.

Everything placed with purpose.

Everything thought through.



And when she came in…

I don’t think she walked into that trap.

I think she ran into it.



That’s what happens when it’s done right.



And while I was setting that trap, I was thinking about all of it.

Charlene.
The people following along.
The ones sending prayers, good thoughts, and support.

You feel that out there.

Whether people realize it or not… it matters.



And this part matters too.

We were able to make progress because of access.

Property permissions from some really good people.

People who didn’t hesitate.
People who trusted what we were doing.
People who opened up their ground so we could even try.

Without that…

this takes longer. Sometimes a lot longer.



And then early that morning…

04:23.

She stepped in.

Committed just enough.

And that was it.



No chaos.
No big moment.

Just a quiet, controlled end to a situation that could’ve gone a lot of different ways.



And here’s the part I keep coming back to.

Mystic was safely captured on her second birthday. Happy Birthday sweet girl!! 🎉

I don’t know what you call that.

Timing.
Luck.
Something else.

But sometimes things line up in a way that makes you stop for a second.

It makes you feel like you’re on the right path.

Like maybe there’s something bigger than us that puts us where we need to be… when we need to be there.



She’s home.



And I want to say this clearly.

This doesn’t happen without Jason.

The work he put in—managing the food, water, and home-scent stations, staying consistent, doing things the right way—that matters.

This is what it looks like when an owner shows up for their dog.

This is what I hope for in every case.



And like always, this didn’t happen because of one person.

It started with a message.
It moved forward because people paid attention.
It was made possible by people opening their land.
And it worked because a community stayed engaged.



This work is community-driven.

Always has been.

From the sightings… to the shares… to the support that helps cover fuel, equipment, and the miles it takes to get to these dogs… it all matters.

I truly appreciate every bit of it.

If you’d like to support this work, I’ll include my Venmo, PayPal, and mailing information below. Your support helps keep this work sustainable.

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Eye In The Sky
2207 Woodfield Road
Bloomington, IL 61704

04/28/2026

Finally. She found the food and ate last night. It’ll be a late night tonight. Her story begins West of the Mississippi River. I am now East of the Mississippi, and this is where I’ll capture her. 🐾🤞😉

You don’t realize what you have… until it’s gone—and you’re left searching for it in the dark.Sunday evening, Meghan and...
04/23/2026

You don’t realize what you have… until it’s gone—and you’re left searching for it in the dark.

Sunday evening, Meghan and her family welcomed a Malinois into their home.

This particular Malinois… was coming from a situation where she was no longer wanted.

A breed they already knew… already loved.
It felt like the perfect fit.

By 9pm… she was gone.

Just a few hours after arriving, after a long drive and a fragile start, Meghan got her to step out of the car. A little trust… a few treats…

…and then in an instant—she disappeared into the dark, collar and leash still attached.

These moments happen fast. No warning, no time to react. If you’ve been through it… you know.

What should have been the beginning… turned into 72 hours of not knowing.

Sightings came in.
Pieces of the puzzle started to form.
But no matter how close it felt… she just couldn’t quite get there.

And that’s where the weight of this really sits.

Because Meghan was doing everything she could.
She was paying attention.
She knew her dog was close.

But like so many of these situations… she just couldn’t connect the dots to bring her home.
And that space in between—when you know they’re close, but can’t get there—can feel overwhelming… even impossible.

That’s when she called me.

A big part of what I do in these moments… isn’t just showing up.

It’s helping owners understand what their dog is going through.

How fear changes everything.
How even a loving voice can trigger flight.
How pressure—no matter how well intentioned—can push them further away.

Those are hard things to accept when all you want is to call them back into your arms.

But Meghan leaned into it.

She listened.
She asked questions.
And then she started seeing it for what it was.

Not disobedience… not distance…
Just a scared dog trying to process something new.

And once that clicked… everything changed.

And this one… never required a drone.

We stayed on the ground.
Worked off what Meghan was already seeing.
Set up feeding stations with food, water, and scent items.
Created a place that felt safe.

No chasing.
No pressure.
No forcing anything.

Just patience… and trust in the process.

The night before the recovery… the pup visited both feeding stations Meghan had strategically placed, upwind of where we believed the dog may be. Food, water, and scent items at each. She stopped at both.

One of those stations… she visited twice.

That’s when I knew.

One thing I tell people is that dogs have an incredible way of mapping where they’ve been… and this one proved it.

She was comfortable.
She was settling.
And she was going to come back.

The next morning, she showed up again.

Not at the feeding stations… but right in Meghan’s own yard.

She even walked into the house.

For a moment—it felt like it was over.

But when the door was moved to close behind her… she felt it… and she left again.

That moment right there… that’s how sensitive these situations are.

Timing. Pressure. Movement.
It all matters.

But there was something else happening here, too.

She had worked those feeding stations overnight.
Food. Water. Comfort.
Then by morning… she was right back at Meghan’s home.

Closer. More confident.
Starting to connect the dots in her own way.

You could see it starting to happen.

She was connecting the dots… from those feeding stations… back toward Meghan’s home, not far away.

It’s likely she was starting to associate Meghan with food and water and scent.

And that internal map dogs seem to have… something we as humans are so far removed from… was starting to guide her back.

Later that evening, Meghan and I talked through the next steps.

We had options.

We could move everything to the yard…
or trust what she had already shown us.

Together, we made the call to leave the trap set where she had visited twice.

If she didn’t return overnight… we would adjust and bring it closer to the house.

That’s a big part of this process.

It’s not just strategy.

It’s conversation.
It’s listening.
It’s trusting what the owner is seeing and feeling in real time.

Because even in just a few hours… Meghan was already starting to understand this dog.

And there was something else you could feel, too.

A bond… already forming.

Sometimes we choose them…

…and sometimes, if we’re lucky—

they choose us back.

There’s something to be said about familiarity.

Even in that short time… that car ride home… a bond was already starting to form between Meghan and this dog.

And that matters.

We see it all the time.

Owner scent at trap sites.
Owners involved in the process.
Even allowing an owner to set a trap—with clear, precise guidance.

That connection… it matters more than people realize.

Because we don’t control every situation.

We work with it.

We work with the dog.
We work with the environment.
And most importantly… we work with the owner.

That’s where the difference is made.

Education is a big part of this.

And I hope through Meghan… and through so many others we’ve had the privilege to help…

that this understanding continues to spread.

Because it matters.

And later that night…

it all came together.

The same place she had visited the night before… the same place she felt safe…

became the place where everything finally lined up.

No chaos.
No panic.

Just the end of a long, uncertain few days… and the beginning of something real.

She’s home.

The first night back home was quiet—just decompression, space, and patience. No pressure. Just letting her breathe.

This morning, introductions began…

…and now she’s curled up on the couch, snoring like she’s been there her whole life.

Safe.
Finally.

Sometimes the road is a little rocky…

…but the ending makes it all worth it.

Meghan, I am very proud of you.
I want you to know that this recovery doesn’t happen without you staying engaged, trusting the process, and being willing to see things differently when it mattered most.

And I’ll say this, too…

I felt a bond here. With Meghan—and honestly, with so many of the people I have the privilege to work with.

There’s something about going through this together… the uncertainty, the decisions, the moments in between…

It creates a connection.

I’m truly thankful to have met you, Meghan.

And to everyone who continues to support this work—through sightings, shares, and support—you are a part of these moments every single time.

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Eye In The Sky
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Bloomington, IL 61704



Philip Foree
Founder • FAA Licensed UAV Pilot • Pet Recovery Specialist
Eye in the Sky Thermal Drone Pet Rescue

❤️🐾  She’s home  🐾❤️Not just safe.Not just found.Home.Riley’s story didn’t start with certainty.It started with question...
04/21/2026

❤️🐾 She’s home 🐾❤️

Not just safe.
Not just found.
Home.

Riley’s story didn’t start with certainty.
It started with questions… with abandonment… with a dog trying to survive without anyone coming for her.

But then something changed.

Good people noticed.

A community stepped in.
People who didn’t have to care… chose to.

And now—because of that—Riley has something every dog deserves:

A family.
A place to land.
A future.

They heard her story….met her… and knew.

She was meant to be theirs.

And maybe that’s the part that sticks with me the most—
not just that she was saved…

…but that she was chosen.

To her new family, the Hyden’s —thank you. ❤️
For seeing her.
For giving her the life she should have had all along.

To everyone who played a part in getting her here—this is what it’s about.

This is why we do it.

Riley’s story didn’t end with recovery.
It ends with home. ❤️🐾

If you love what we do and want to support our mission, I’ll include our links for financial support. Aside from that, every like, comment, and share helps us. Thank you!!

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Juno’s story started the way a lot of them do…in a moment no one expected.His mom and dad were away on vacation.Family s...
04/19/2026

Juno’s story started the way a lot of them do…
in a moment no one expected.

His mom and dad were away on vacation.
Family stepped in to check on the pups… doing everything right.

And somewhere in that moment—
Juno jumped the fence.

Just like that, everything changed.



What followed was the part no one prepares for.

The waiting.
The not knowing.
The constant checking, hoping, listening for anything.

But this one carried something even heavier…

Distance.

Being away… and not being able to get there.
Not being able to search.
Not being able to see things for yourself.

That helpless feeling… it sat heavy.



We showed up that first evening, but high winds and an approaching severe storm grounded us before I felt like we had even started.

Thankfully, because of community support, I was able to show up with road signs—printed photos of Juno and a phone number for people to call.

We talked through placement, made a plan, and got them out.

I had a lot of help from Joey, Jade, and Max’s brother, who stepped in to help set cameras and get a trap in place.



Behind the scenes, people stepped in.

Sharing.
Watching.
Keeping an eye out.

Sightings.
Awareness.
People paying attention and speaking up.



Juno is home.

Safe. Back where he belongs.

And it wasn’t luck.

It was a community and local family that stayed engaged.
A family that never let go—even from a distance.
And a coordinated effort to keep things moving in the right direction.

I was grateful to step in, help guide things, and be there with them through it—especially during the hardest moments. Helping carry that weight with families… that matters just as much as the search itself.



This is what I mean when I say this is community-driven work.

Every share.
Every sighting.
Every person who stops and says, “I think I saw him.”



If you’ve followed these stories… or supported this work in any way…

Just know—you were part of this one too.

Juno is home. ❤️



If you love what we do and want to help support future recoveries, the links and address are below.

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Eye In The Sky
2207 Woodfield Road
Bloomington, IL 61704

Philip Foree
Founder • FAA Licensed UAV Pilot
Pet Recovery Specialist
Eye in the Sky Thermal Drone Pet Rescue

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