having had two treasured guitars stolen (along with a tour that was scheduled to start the afternoon I came home to my broken-into home) I can only say I'm sorry to hear about your loss, and share with you my fantasy: I come home and instead of two missing guitars (and other assorted gear) I find my big vicious dog (which I unfortunately don't have) standing over two dismembered arms--one still clutching my collings guitar, the other white-fistedly gripping my jerry jones baritone. pity, it didn't end that way. i hope you find your instrument and that the cosmos takes care of the karma of this heinous act.