Another day another escapade.
The Hound was on the end of his lead one minute, and running free the next.
The lead had snapped.
It was so very dark, and he was so very determined to make me pay for having gone out for dinner and left him in the shop.
I can laugh about it now, but there were a lot of tears last night.
A tearful phone call to The Mother Hen, who came out into a cold night to search for The Boy Wonder. He was never far away, but just far enough to avoid capture. Laughing at us.
This time it's personal.