Three days after we moved up to Scotland I took my Scottie and Milo the spaniel for a walk in the local disused quarry. Milo flushed up a deer and took off, I heard his barks disappear into the distance. I was frantic as I did not know the area, and was sure he would get lost as he didn't,t know it either. I rushed the old Scottie home, and charged around looking for him, to no avail. Two hours later he came home, looking very happy and exhausted, his coat thick with fir twigs. I didn't,t know whether to kill him or hug him. I suppose he followed his own scent home, phew! It,s a horrible horrible feeling.
One of my scotties disappeared after a squirrel in the country park, again a frantic search, and I found her in the car park waiting next to a very smart BMW, rather than our old jalopie! They are cleverer than we think!
Lesley and Dylan