Intrepid Rescue Dog

This morning's walk took us down past the "water board house", where we met Jim from next door, out with (Brown Cocker Spaniel) Megan (2) (no relation). While we chatted, our Megan strolled on ahead and then, while no-one was looking, vanished. We stopped chatting to Jim and set off, realising straight way of course, that we did not have the Megster. There are 2 possible routes from here, either of which she'd be likely to have strolled on down.

Dad, mildly concerned at this point, started whistling and shouting, running 100 yds down the first option (across the field where long grass means that unless Meg was actually on the path, we'd not see her), then back, then 100 yds down the 2nd option (tarmac lane where she'd rapidly disappear round corners out of sight. By now we'd enrolled the help of 2 other passing dog walkers - Steve from the allotments (sandy coloured Labrador) and random passer-by-Lady (black spaniel)

Much whistling and shouting later (but probably only about 5 minutes) we are back at the chatting-to-Jim spot. Dad says to me "Where's that Meggie". I look at him as if to say "Ahhh! That's what we're doing! - she's over here you fool!", I spring 10 yards back up the lane and dive off left into the long grass (out of sight) hotly persued by Haggis and then Dad. There, when the long grass parts, is Meggie's wet face looking back from the bottom of the roadside ditch, where she's presumably jumped down and now can't get out (SCRUFF GROWL SQUEAK and other fighting noises as Meg wrestles the keyboard off me......). Excuse me. One was not lost in the ditch... one was intrepidly exploring like a redoubtable Victorian Dowager... fi you don't mind.
(Stalks off abandoning keyboard)

Now dad doesn't know if the lucky find was due to him saying "Where's Meggie", or whether just at that moment Megan made a rustling noise which we thought might be a rat. Let's not tell him shall we

Releif all round anyway

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