Oh my goodness! You very nearly didn't get a blog post today, nor any other day for a while.
These two monster pups went missing early yesterday, and I think we lived the most horrible 24 hours we have experienced as a family.
Posters were photocopied and distributed around the valley; local radio stations ran alerts; the postman and the policemen had pictures of them in their vans; the butchers and the bakers had pictures of them in their store ....even my hairdressers had their picture up on the wall!
Dinner last night was a lifeless affair, nobody chatting, nobody even eating that much...
What made it worse for me was that I was the one who left the gate open. Oh the incriminating looks that earned me! Guilt lay heavily on me all night, and at five this morning I was out looking for them again.
How much we attach ourselves to these fur balls! It is quite incredible. How much love and affection we pour on them; how we love their funny ways. Today they are home and I'd forgive them anything - even if they dig holes in the lawn again!
If you don't have any animals I'm sure that you are rolling your eyes to the ceiling right now in utter disbelief at this blogger's foolishness. But if you have a cat or a dog or horse that you care for, I hope you'll understand how we felt.
And where were they found in the end? In the next village along the valley, they had managed to get into the garden of an uninhabited house, and then couldn't find their way back out. Luckily someone saw our poster and recognised their little mutt faces.
...the weekend can start now ...