TheBoyBilly
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- Location
- Shoreham-by-Sea, West Sussex
Got back from work at about 10 tonight so I thought I'd take Ellie, my 11-year old Staffie, for a walk via the pub. Lots of fuss for her-a couple of pints for me. At the corner to our street on the way back I let her off the lead for the final 100 yards or so. Oh, how I wished I'd put my torch on first. She was gone! A frantic hour of walking here and there, up the park, down most of the streets....nothing. So, out comes the Brompton, and one street away I perchance upon a young couple. 'Have you seen a doggy on the loose?'. 'Yes', they replied 'a little brown one with a red collar?' (Ellie is a red) Much relievement (?) from me as I went to a house where she was being looked after. I have to confess I was overcome, literally - (as in tears), with joy. I was very likely a mumbling jelly as I thanked the folk in the house prefusely for keeping her safe. I am now off to bed one very happy, and relieved, man.
I love her dearly, can you tell?
Bill
I love her dearly, can you tell?
Bill