Never ever leave me again....understand?!
I was busy fussing him to death when Damien called out, "have you seen those dogs in the street?" I peered out of the window but saw nothing. "They're probably with those lads," I said passively as two teens chatted their way down the road "...should have them on the lead though."
Moments later, Damien called out again "there they are!" Again, I missed them. I walked out of the house into the dark. I could hear and see nothing apart from Caesar standing on the window sill crying. I was about to go back inside when I heard a sudden scattering of paws! Then, a few minutes later, two dogs came running past. They turned at the end of the street and sprinted back. I called for them but they kept running in the opposite direction. I sprinted back to the house and pulled out some collars and leads. My first job was going to be to hook the runaways!
Video: It's not easy getting an excited dog to stop!
Ten o'clock loomed and Caesar was screaming noisily - letting me know his disgust at being left out of the fun. I finally caught the smaller of the two dogs in a looped collar. When it had calmed, I leaned down to stroke it. It was clearly excited and nervous and kept jumping. The larger ran around him in circles. It took a while but eventually, I hooked her too. I popped collars on both then and finally fastened the leads properly to the collars instead of using them upside down as slip leads.
Now what? It was now 10 o'clock and a walk around the block had revealed no clues as to where these two escapees had come from. And a phone call to the dog warden and local pound turned up nothing either. Both lines rang off. Finally, I made the decision to call the police. "We can open a kennel for you. But you will need to transport the dogs yourself or keep them until morning..." I checked the clock. 10:15. I had to be at work by 7:30 the next morning. I listened as Caesar howled at the window, watching us with two other dogs. 'Traitors!'
Perfected puppy dog eyes
'Mammy, I want to join in! Pleeeeeeease...'
Finally, I got a call from the police - an owner had been found. There was no need to drive the 10 miles nor panic about what would happen to the two frightened dogs. Their panicked owner lived two roads away. "Thank you so much," she said, throwing her arms around me.
Who's been drinking my water and lying in my bed?!