So we were in the woods with the hounds earlier, and got surprised by some lads on motorbikes. My bigger dog has a thing for chasing them, and off he went. I was having a slash, and by the time I knew what was happening he was miles away.
It turned dark, and we ended up driving around the wood looking for him. He usually responds to two beeps of the horn, one short one long, spaced by around a minute.
After an hour we went home to get more torches/batteries, food and whistles. This might have been a long night!
When we returned I pulled in to the track where I normally park and there he was! Trotted up to the wagon, I opened the door and he barely had the strength to clamber up.
He has cuts all over his paws and has been asleep since we got home.
This wood is off the A9. and though I said nothing to anyone going back up there, I had the fogs on and was scanning the road and verges towards the location half expecting to see him in a hell of a worse state than we found him.
The moral is that I will never park next to the main road again, because these dogs know exactly where they get out of the wagon and that is exactly where they end up looking for you when you are lost!
He is getting a lot of cuddles tonight!
The doctor diagnosed me with hereditary diarrhoea. I can't understand, I wear a kilt.