Found Dog!

Hurrah!

Got a phone call this morning from the farmer's daughter saying, "Your dog's in our barley field!" So we drive like a mad thing round to the field and sure enough there he is standing right in the middle. The farmer and his wife and daughter are all standing at the entrance, occasionally calling his name to try to make him stay there till we get there, because they knew they can't catch him and he will only come to me.

So Harry and I run into the field shouting, "Pickles, Pickles" and suddenly his ears prick up and he comes hurtling towards us and I bend down and he leaps right into my arms.

Ooooooh! I am so pleased.

He's very muddy and tired but the vet thinks he's fine and he'll just sleep lots for a few days.

So Yay, for that.

*Grins lots.*