Morning, all.
The weather is very flippin' peculiar, last night we had hail storms, this morning, sun..ah well.
Was up at 6.30 and Molly greeted me enthusiastically, lots of tail wagging and rubber-nosing, so after a quick splash of cold water to wake me features up we headed for the beach.
Not another soul to be seen as we trotted along side by side.The sun started rising up above the sea and the waves gently lapped the shore, I slowly began to unfurl in the old brain department and began to notice that Molly had disappeared from my side.
PANIC!
I called her name, tried to whistle [I've lost the ability to whistle..couldn't do it, I just kind of made a strange shhhhh noise]
Retraced me steps and still no sign.I actually began to visualise having to explain back home that I had lost dogo.
Suddenly, after about 5 minutes although it seemed liked 5 hours, the mutt came bounding at full pelt out of the sand dunes and sort of skidded to a halt infront of me, panting.
'Molly where've you been?' I asked in a very stern voice, 'I was very worried, you bold girl'
She nuzzled my leg and wanted me to pet her, I tried to remain aloof, she nuzzled some more...I ignored, and then she actually managed to place both paws on my legs and gazed at me with her big brown soulfull eyes and I melted.
I have gone completely gaga over a bloody dog.
The donkey's gettin' very jealous.