The Owner is Brought Home

Yesterday morning's patrol was an unusually early affair as The Owner strode purposefully across the fields which I thought was unusual on so many levels. But never one to turn down a good patrol, and more particularly the Bonio which I always get upon our return, I was eager to comply. When we were still about a mile from home some rotten bugger turned the taps on in the sky and I had water running out of my nose and out of my tail and one or two other places I won't mention in polite company. There was little consolation from the rub down with the warm towel but I managed to derive some little comfort from sucking thoughtfully on a Chicken Bonio and curling up on The Owners velvet cushions. That was until he caught me and evicted me from the settee and announced to the world that as the sun was now out we ought to take advantage of it and go for another patrol. Perhaps predictably for a Sunday lunchtime the patrol was in the general direction of the pub and with little surprise the heavens opened when we were closer to the pub than we were to the cottage. The pub won and we went for a warm and a bit of a dry out by their wood burner. The visit was a resounding success! I was warm, I was dry and to round it all off nicely I had a belly full of roast potatoes and The Owner hadn't noticed me sneak one of them. Then came the worst part of the day and one for which I won't be able to hold my head up in noble circles again. The Owner and Pub Landlord bundled me in to the cage in the back of Pub Landlords truck. Me, with breeding, and put in a cage! It got worse! I was shoved, without ceremony, through the front door to the cottage and a handful of food was thrown into my dish, this is usually a sign he intends to not be back until late. After he had gone I noticed he had left the boot room door open so I was at least going to get some freedom for the afternoon. I had a couple of little wanders around the manor gardens, just to check whether Lady Manor Gardening Hoomun was keeping on top of things or not and then I heard a car pull up outside. I thought he has being brought back again by Pub Landlord Hoomun at first but it wasn't his truck and so I thought it must be a taxi, but I was wrong!! Oh the humiliation! Please, no-one witness this! Oh no! two cars coming and both of which I recognise..... to witness....... The Owner...... being helped..... out of.......a....... No, I can't bring myself to say it! No, I must say. He was brought home by a policecar!!!! And he was seen!!!!! By people I know!!!!!! I have absolutely no idea what he has been up to and judging by the state of him neither did he. Oh the shame! The shame!