Last week I went out to get something on Saturday morning and when I came back and opened the front door, a big shaggy dog ran out, terribly pleased to see me, and cavorted round me in the hall. Poor Murphy could barely reach me and Maddie was keeping a very low profile!
Who was this dog? Had I missed something? We weren't looking after anyone's dog, were we? The back door was open and it flashed across my mind that it was some random dog in the neighbourhood who had found his way in; but no, he couldn't have got over the wall, surely?
Turns out it was Baxter, belonging to Elle's sister-in-law and her was only there briefly as a stopping point, to be picked up by said relative. I have met Baxter before but I remember him as a shaggy cream dog, not (as it turns out he is) a shaggy grey and white dog. The memory plays tricks, I must be getting old!
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