New quote, new mystery person called Louis Sabin. Let me go on a Voyage of Discovery. Ah, he's a writer. He wrote Great Teams of Pro Basketball. Oh, THAT Louis Sabin. Silly me.
Today, Roly went missing. I thought my heart might burst out of my ribcage I was in such a state. All that angst about Olive Oyl breaking down...NOTHING compared to the thought of losing Roly. That would go for Alfie and Poppy too. (Oh, and Peter and my three sons. Did I forget to mention them?)
Here's Roly when he was a mere adorable puppy.
Finally after over an hour of searching in vain, we concluded (hoped, prayed?) he must have taken himself home across the fields, back the way we jogged this morning. Tessa lent me her car and I drove home. As I arrived, the phone was ringing. It was Tessa.
'He's back!' she said. 'You're going to die when I tell you where he was!' He wasn't in an empty loose box. He was in Alfie's loose box. WITH ALFIE.
We can only assume that he was worried about barking when confined with Big Animal With Large Hooves.
Alfie...you could have told us!