When I was on duty at the weekend, a distraught woman came in to say the 6 month old Jack Russell Terrier she was looking after for a friend had been spooked and had run off. Complete with extendable lead still attached to his collar.
It's now Thursday and still no news and we were all beginning to fear the worst.
Then, when I was half way around the supermarket tonight my mobile rang. It was one of our staff ringing to let me know that a dog-walker had heard some yapping in the bushes and found the puppy all tangled up.
She's dehydrated and hungry but well enough to give me puppy snuggles!
I like stories that end like this!
Oh, and I may just have bought a new camera. Shhh, I haven't told Himself yet!
What did I even write? - Apparently Furiously Happy is in Turkish now because I just got a copy of a Turkish psychology article about it, but I don’t read Turkish so I put part of ...