Our adventurous-sometimes-annoying dog, Doc went missing last Sunday night. We usually let him out once last time before calling it a night. And Doc being Doc, likes to galavant around for one last hurrah of the day. I’m guessing he likes to sniff around after doing his business and never really strays, till last Sunday night.
When our movie ended, my husband went out to call for him. Usually after a few calls, he comes bounding excitedly along. This time he didn’t. To be fair, there are times when it takes a while before he comes rushing back, so I told my husband not to wait up for him, thinking I’m such a light sleeper, I’ll hear him coming.
At 12 0′ clock, there was still no sign of Doc, so I stepped outside, into the chilly air. The moon was still full and gave an eerie glow around the garden. I called out to him but was met with silence apart from the rustling of the leaves so I went back in.
1am. I poked my head out of our bedroom window and gave a little call. Nada.
Was awoken by my alarm, and got up quickly. Passed the Historian already busy working in his study, without taking his eyes of his screen he said, “He isn’t home yet”.
I was more puzzled than worried. We live in a safe area, even if he strayed, he wouldn’t go very far. I went out and the cold air greeted me, but there was still no sign of Doc. I got T ready for school and thought that if he isn’t back yet after breakfast, I’d go out and look for him. But just as my husband was cooking, we heard dogs barking outside. The farmer’s dogs were in our garden along with Doc.
“Where have you been?” We asked him, as we let him in.
He gave us a look as if to say, “Oh I just had a night out with the chaps down the road”.
“You’re grounded” I announced and slammed the door which made the poor dog jump. I was also thankful at least he didn’t smell like shit this time.
Dogs. You’ve just gotta love ’em.