Sounds fab Snowy...
Here, my morning started at 7am with Mr Sad yelling at me because the dog had escaped.
Yes, you read that right... someone hadn't shut the front door properly last night and at some point Sad dog decided to take himself off for a walk.
Major panic ensued; I was to be found at about ten past seven in a field in my pyjamas and slippers with a cardie on peering at a sheep and wondering why it wasn't barking....
Next time (god forbid) I'll take my glasses...
Anyway I then had the bright idea of putting a post on our village community facebook page and within five minutes someone had reported a sighting of the wanderer. Cannot explain the relief - that bloody animal really does have nine lives. Let's not forget this is the dog who as a pup ate his way through every chewable part of the washing machine, demolished a brand new carpet within 24 hours of it being laid, and then worked his way through a tasty packet of diclofenac which he pinched from my handbag.
We'd removed his collar recently as it seemed to be irritating him but I put it back on him when we got him home this morning.
Pets. Can't live with them, can't live without them....