Startled by a knock at the door I looked out the window expecting to have to deal with some unwanted solicitation or the Jesus Squad. Instead I saw a very familiar looking red dog being chased around the property over the road. Their grand daughter was at the door with the message that Socks (their bizarre name for Genghis) had escaped.
He’d been so very good these last few weeks we’d been letting him out into the backyard on his own and even gone so far as to open the doggy door for our boys.
That privilege will now have to be relinquished.
Luckily this time the little girl had spotted Genghis heading up the road and had managed to attract his attention and call him over to where her Nan could grab hold of him and prevent him adventuring any further.