6:45am on a Sunday morning and I've been up for an hour & a half. Police chasing fence hopping burglars! Fair play to the policeman in our garden though - he knew damn well there was someone hiding in the dense undergrowth at the back (weird garden set ups - it's enclosed) and he wasn't moving. Helichopper confirmed, fence panel came down, taser at the ready, DH opens the back gate for the dog to come through, burglar flat on the floor with a taser dot on his back and a police dog barking in his face.
Leroy was terrified 😿. We think he thought the dog had come in. We've walked him round to show him there's no doggy and he seems a bit more settled but I can't get a purr yet 😔.