Yesterday evening, I was happily pottering about in the field, chatting to the pigs and generally enjoying the last of the day’s warmth. Midge was snuffling about in the long grass and Snipe … well, I hadn’t seen her for a wee while but the last time I did, she was in the middle of the field, by the path.
Suddenly, the peace of the evening was shattered when my phone rang.
A young, male voice asked “Have you got a Golden Retriever?”.
My first thought was that it was a very strange version of one of those phone calls.
Then I thought that Snipe isn’t a Retriever, she’s a Labrador.
Finally, the penny dropped and I managed to grasp enough common sense to say “Oh bloody hell, is she out on the road?”.
The young guy confirmed that she was and I peered through the gaps in the hedge until I spotted my missing dog with a middle-aged woman and two lads on mountain bikes.
It turns out that the woman had been driving past when she saw a dog sitting on the grass verge, looking quite content but very much alone.
I know that pose. It’s the one she uses when she gets half way across the field, decides she’s going no further, plops herself down in the grass and stays until I return, whether it’s five or fifteen minutes later!
She pulled over and Snipe greeted her happily (traitor!). The two lads chose that moment to cycle by, so she flagged them down (not having a mobile of her own) and one of them rang me…
The thing is, Snipe had gone wasn’t more than about twenty feet from where I was but having gone down the bank, across the stream and then up the bank on the other side, she’d clearly managed to lose herself and was therefore waiting to be rescued!
B often describes my dog as being “daft as a brush”. I generally defend poor Snipe but in this case……