Some of you may be wondering why I've been so quiet on the forum lately. Well, it's because I'm so darned tired!
It all started 2 weekends ago after the NBS Champ show at Leeds.
On the Thursday night after work, as you may have already read in another thread, my little Nakura's face was very swollen. I got her to the vet on Friday morning where I was told I would have to leave her to be sedated etc. I took my GSD to a friend's house and returned home without Nakura. At 11.20am the vet rang to say Nakura was ready to be collected. Totally knackered already!! :rolleyes:
Prior to all this, Douglas had forgotten to book the other pets into boarding kennels so we had spent 2 weeks trying to find people to look after them for the few days we were away. The GSD went to her 'Aunty Aileen's' house, the cat was being looked after by a neighbour who would come over to the house twice a day to put food out etc and the BC would be staying with an elderly neighbour across the main road from us.
We left our house on the Friday afternoon, towing our caravan. We thought we'd break up the 300 mile journey a bit by going a short distance (80 miles) and staying the night at a caravan site. This usually short trip took 3 hours due to road works etc.
On Saturday morning we got up early and headed for the Leeds caravan site we were booked in at. We arrived at about 4pm. We had a lovely evening with friends, a meal and some wine then off to bed.
On Sunday morning we travelled a few miles to the show. The show was great, we met up with Thunderbird and Dwaf and a few of our other friends and had a good day. Our results were a bit better than expected too. We returned to the caravan site and had another nice meal and some wine with our friends. Douglas thought he'd better call round the neighbours and find out how the other animals were doing. When he called the lady with the BC (8pm) she told him that the dog had been missing since 7am. Well, Douglas was furious. :mad:. I spoke to the lady and told her that he would probably be back at our house waiting to be let in. This sparked an International rescue. Armed with our mobile phones and over 300 miles away we set about calling the vets, the police, the dog warden, the local radio station, all the neighbours, my parents etc etc etc. Panic Panic Panic. The BC is almost deaf, a little blind and 14 years old. The mood of the evening was completely spoilt and our friends went back to their caravan. So you can imagine how little sleep we got that night. :rolleyes:.
We got up really early on Monda morning and got ready to set off home. Douglas called the lady at 6.30am. Still no sign of the dog. The journey home would take us at least 6 hours and we imagined having to go out searching when we returned back. At 8am, the lady called Douglas to say that the dog had been found safe and well. Do you know where he had been for 25 hours????
Wait for it…......
In the ladies back bedroom all along!!!!! :eek: :eek:
Our return journey actually took over 8 hours and we were both back at work first thing Tuesday morning. But, I think I'm back to normal now so you will be hearing more from me again.
Needless to say, the BC was none the wiser to his ordeal, just a bit hungry and bursting for a pee!!