We live out in the country, so Jake frequently finds an open conservatory door and takes himself for a walk.
He’s usually my shadow, so when I noticed him missing yesterday, I went into a bit of a panic, ran to the front door and shouted, “Jake, Jake.”
“Oh no, he’s run away, I hope he’s not run over,” I catastrophized
Suddenly, a patter of paws like a hurricane. Jake, who had been in the house all along, came running up in huge excitement, expecting a walk.
I didn’t want to take him, so hugged and praised him. He went away, literally smiling and wagging his tail.
If he could talk, I would swear he was saying, “Silly! She thought I had run away, and I was in the house with her all the time!”
