I wouldn’t say the weather was bad for our holiday, but the bipeds spent most of their time wearing raincoats and boots! We didn’t let that stop us from having a good time, but we don’t have as many good photographs as we’d hoped.
I’m going to tell you about the day that we walked along the canal to our nearest town. We walked at a leisurely pace and I enjoyed some sniffing time on the way. The bipeds had lunch at one of the places by the canal and I enjoyed a few morsels of food that found their way to me.
The bipeds wanted to go to a few shops, so after lunch we left the canal and went out onto the main road. We hadn’t gone far when we saw a Yorkshire Terrier near the edge of the pavement, apparently about to cross the road.
The male biped said, “I’ll hold Clowie. The dog is more likely to come to you.”
He took my lead and the female biped approached the Yorkie. As soon as the little dog looked worried by her, she took a step back and crouched down and called to him. She was doing the puppy recall that I’d taught her when I was small! The Yorkie looked at her, but seemed uncertain. She kept coaxing and he approached her. She let him sniff her hand and then she tickled him under his chin, before looping a finger through his collar.
The male biped had found a piece of string in his pocket, so we approached quietly and gave it to the female biped. She attached it to the Yorkie’s collar and looked at the tag he was wearing. His name was Oliver and there was a contact number.
The bipeds thought that Oliver probably hadn’t gone far on his own, as he seemed quite nervous. They decided we should have a quick look nearby for his people before ringing the number on his collar. We headed back to the canal. Oliver stayed right next to the female biped’s ankle. She kept talking to him in a reassuring way.
We couldn’t see anyone looking for a dog, but I soon picked up Oliver’s trail and started retracing his steps. The bipeds were happy to go in the direction I’d chosen. They remembered having seen a few boats moored just around the bend in the canal and thought that Oliver could have come from one of those. I didn’t speculate, I just followed my nose.
When we arrived at the first boat the bipeds called out to see if anyone was there. I was keen to continue along the trail. The same thing happened at the second boat. When we arrived at the third boat, I had a good sniff at it and sat to indicate we’d found the place.
The male biped said, “Clowie seems to think this is the place, but there’s no reaction from Oliver.”
The female replied, “I think Clowie’s right. Do you see that small bowl by the door?”
The male biped nodded and called, “Hello, is anyone there?”
A man soon appeared. His face was fascinating when he saw Oliver with us, a range of emotions flitted across it. I noted surprise followed by confusion and concern, but I was pleased to see the love in his eyes when his gaze settled on Oliver. I think my bipeds saw it too because I could tell that they were now as convinced as my nose was that we’d found where Oliver belonged.
The man said that Oliver had been taking a nap and he never imagined that Oliver would leave the boat on his own. He looked really worried when my bipeds told him that Oliver had found his way to the main road. He was so grateful to my bipeds for returning Oliver.
It made us all smile to see an excited Oliver in the man’s arms getting a cuddle. Oliver may be small but he gives big, sloppy kisses!
See you again soon!