Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?
Taylor was going crazy at the patio window, whining and yelping. I just managed to snatch a photo of what was causing his outburst – a hunting dog which peered at us through the bushes then sloped off at great speed. It didn’t seem to have a bell.
About three-quarters of an hour later, a jeep drove up to the house and a man wanted to know if we’d seen his black-and-white hunting dog. Well yes, but it didn’t hang around.
Later on I phoned the cellphone number the man had given me but it was turned off. I hope that means he found his dog.