|Where it all started!|
|Empty silent woods|
|Houseboat on the River Orwell @ Pin Mill|
As I neared the field a cheeky Daschund came bounding up barking at me, and its owner was struggling to close a farm gate into the field where Bella had lunged on the lead and broken new snow just a week ago. When I got closer, who was on the other side of the gate but – BELLA! It was now getting dark and rain was starting to fall heavier. She was only too happy to have the lead slipped over her head and stand beside me while the dear lady listened to my joy and relief at finding our Bella!
The walk home was about as perfect as she’s ever been! No pulling, no tugging, no smelling, just trudging home! Some food and then she collapsed on the lounge floor – muddy legs and underbelly ‘n all and slept while Daddy stroked and rubbed her with great thankfulness that she’d been found!
I wonder what her version of the story would be?! How many hares, rabbits or pheasants outran her? How many had serious palpitations as she was determined to catch them!? Where did she hide all day? How much dirty puddle water did she get through in the ten hours she’d been on her own? Did she ever think she was in trouble? Did she ever think she’d get home? Did she cry and think, “I’m lost! Sniff, sniff!”