Sunny and warm yesterday. Took Hamish up to Sprocket Hill for his evening walk. Geo stayed home, doing the washing. Hamish has developed a nasty habit of disappearing under the fence and into the Sprocket Hill woods where he disobeys orders to come back. Nose down on the scent of deer he ignores all our commands and whistles. Few weeks back he disappeared for hours. Drove home without him after sunset. Almost dark. Luckily spotted him in a field on the way home. Quite by chance. Sheer good fortune. Anyways, yesterday, sure enough he disappeared into the woods. Again. Couldn't be arsed to go after him so I headed onwards up the hill. Big effort with gammy hip and walking stick. Sat down at the top. Good view. Spotted Mr. Disobedient emerge from the wood heading back to the car. Didn't see me up the hill. Whistled and shouted "oi, bastard!" and he came running up, panting. So we both sat there taking in the sunny view. Then headed back down. And home.
Hamish is a little tinker, they have no idea how worrying it is when they go disappearing. One of our previous dogs used to just vanish into thin air and be waiting for us on the doorstep when we got home after a fraught and pointless search.
ReplyDeleteYes, agreed. Very worrying. Especially now dogs are getting stolen in Angleterre. Not so much in the backwoods of France though, I naively presume. But maybe I'm wrong. If anyone nicks anything round here they'd probably get strung up or shot by our local rednecks. Bless 'em.
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