I was out this evening collecting some Avon books around 6pm, I knocked on a door and the owner came round the side yard and opened the gate and handed me the book, and then his jack russell bolted, right up the main road, I was whistling and he was yelling it, and the little dog just completely ignored owner and carried on running (mind you, buster, for fucks sake, here! wouldn't inspire me to return either). I knocked on the door again, and roused a couple more people from the house who also came out, the dog was nowhere to be seen. I feel awful about it being missing on a night when fireworks are still going off!!
DH says that it's not my fault, but I feel awful!!