Guy Fawkes Monkey Dog

Not sure what happened, but we went into town to do some shopping on Saturday afternoon - 2 days before Guy Fawke's Night and in full daylight - leaving the Gert dog in the back garden as usual and something (or someone) managed to scare the dog so badly that she developed the climbing skills of a possessor of opposable thumbs. Yes, she climbed over a 5ft high gate. And she is not a big dog.

Luckily we found her on our street when we got home. Even more luckily, when she repeated the same feat at midnight a friend of ours happened across her and brought her home.

G now has bit of an issue about being left alone in the garden, so some major re-training & reassurance is the order of the next few weeks.

I am just about getting over the guilt, not that I did anything except be daft enough to assume people wouldn't be arsing about with fireworks during the day.

Won't be making that mistake again.

Update

Still haven't done anything of particular interest; dog no longer has kennel cough & did not require vetinary attention; counting the days until our trip to Vanuatu; working a WHOLE 5 DAY WEEK this week (just wrong); think shitake mushrooms may be the answer to my bolognese sauce issues; weather still crap; have started running regularly again; promise I am trying to think of witty things to write about, but just not happening.

And I don't know that we have that many entertaining photos of the dog, but I will look (and why on earth would you be moderated? Strange man).