There was a bit of activity on next door’s drive and what sounded like panicky voices.
When I realised what was being said, I was outside in a flash thinking that little Daisy had got out, run off and her owners were looking for her.
Big relief when I saw her in her Daddy’s arms. I had a puppy fix and then some.
This is not her, but pretty close as she’s about 13 weeks old now and black and white.
Apparently she had got out and was exploring the front garden. Like ours, it’s open plan and although they have a back gate, their front door opens out onto their drive and she was off like a shot! They also have a conservatory out back and a back door (we just have the one entrance and nowhere to put a second really without encroaching on valuable bedroom space), and have sectioned off a little area with concrete blocks where she can play.
She’s safe though, and I was allowed to have a cuddle. Little sharp teeth nips, tongue in and out of my ear, legs scrabbling nineteen to the dozen, then she settled down in my arms and made herself comfy! Happy memories of Maggie when she was a pup.
I told her she could come into our house if she was lost as there was a special corner just for her, and she would be spoilt rotten before we gave her back.
They have decided to use the same vets as we did on our recommendation as they used the two locally with their previous dog and both came up wanting.
Welcome to the big world, Little One.