Written by Moya Rayner
It was one of those moments you dread, a time stopping flash that sets your heart racing, your temperature rising and panic sets in…. the gate had been left open….
My head spun around like an owl’s, searching desperately for evidence that just this once, he had been a good boy, he had stayed where he was sleeping.
I called, “Dexter, Dexter..”, but no ‘pitter patter’ of tiny paws on the laminate was heard, no squeak of his toy as he jumped off the sofa. Just Meg, his best friend raised her head from her bed out of her sleep and sighed, for she knew he was gone, yet again.
Source: http://www.dogmagazine.net
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