Adventure over

Anyone who read yesterday's entry will know that Dimairt decided to leave us, and caused a great deal of worry and anguish. At 9 this morning, Jim had got up to start the search again, and was looking out the kitchen window, when Dimairt came trotting up the path.

What a brilliant wake up call.

I wish he could talk and tell us what happened. He was really mucky, and is limping. He has obviously been on some sort of journey. After Jim gave him a shower, he looks (and smells) a whole lot better. he is now spending most of the time sleeping, and as his legs and nose twitch while he sleeps he is maybe reliving his adventure.

The wee bastard.........