Thursday started out fine at our cottages (click here). I didn’t manage to get into trouble all morning (which is unusual). By about lunch time we had figured out that the farmer was slurry carting in the back fields. This is a great opportunity to go rolling (enhances a dogs self esteem to roll in something nice and smelly) and generally getting dirty. Master never seems to be that amused after I have spent an hour enhancing my esteem. In fact I am not sure why I bother. I come back on top of the world and all that happens is I get taken out to the hose pipe and washed down. Anyhow we were playing in the field and kept getting further and further away from home. All of a sudden I looked round and Smudge was no where to be found. It turns out he had headed home a few fields back – something about being worried he might miss out on any lunch time treats (no sense of adventure my brother). In any case I couldn’t remember my way back, so started to get a bit scared. Just as I was getting desperate I spotted some walkers. They looked as though they knew where they were going. So I decided to follow them. After a few miles I realised that we were in a village we have been to quite a few times. But how to get back home? In the end (being a smart dog) I decided to head to the one place my master sometimes goes to – the pub. So I wandered off to see if he was there. Luckily the pub landlady spotted me and saw my dog tag. She rang my mistress who came over to pick me up. I thought I would be in real trouble but she seemed very pleased to see me. Anyhow just in case, I decided I had better put on my sorrowful look for the rest of the day (how does Smudge do that so easily) and hope she would forget that I had been away for most of the afternoon. Master didn’t look very pleased when he came in. So I decided it was safer to spend the rest of the day in our cage (just in case).