A shaggy dog story
3 by Penny Parkinson 3
We returned from England one Monday in January with Ryanair trumpeting us into Gerona 15 mins early. As a result, we got to the kennels to collect Oscar rather than wait until the Tuesday morning. Unusually the kennels were closed. Oscar had got bored with waiting for us and had escaped at 10am. The kennel staff had been out all day searching in relays, the police had been notified etc…….. but no Oscar.
For those who don’t know, the kennels are situated on a triangle of land bordered by 2 fast moving roads (one a dual carriageway, and the railway line into Spain. With no roads within a mile of home, Oscar’s road sense is less than zero, so we could only hope that he had crossed the vineyards where the kennels’ people walk him and occupied himself chasing the rabbit population and got lost. We also thought, if he hadn’t become a flattened version of his former self, that he’d make his way back to the kennels for his dinner. His tummy clock is very reliable! At 6pm still no Oscar.
We drove around vaguely for an hour, looking rather silly as we called his name into the ever deepening gloom and stopped strangers, me with the odd sob. 7pm it was dark and no Oscar.
We often stay at the flat at Port-Vendres when Oscar goes into kennels (it is much closer than Caixas), we had left clothes there and, as we needed to eat, we decided to go to the flat and drown our sorrows at our favourite restaurant, La Tramontane.
Parking near the flat, I picked up Oscar’s lead, saying to Frank “no need for that” and then out of the corner of my eye I saw a familiar tail. In disbelief, I raced across the road, grabbed Oscar who was sauntering along, quite unconcerned, and looking as if he was going into the Tramontane (which is opposite the carpark) for his dinner!!!
Which, in fact, was what all three of us did.
So how did he do it? The kennels are 14 km from Port-Vendres along major roads. Why go to the flat? We hadn’t been there before taking him to kennels, so why did he think we’d be there? What would he have done if we hadn’t turned up – head for Caixas? Was it all by chance? It’d be nice to know. We do know that the owner of the Tramontane had seen him earlier and wondered why he was “out alone”. We also now know that the kennels (who didn’t charge us!) habitually let him sit in the office with them and it was from there that he escaped – sadly, he’s blotted his copybook with them, he’ll be under secure lock and key from now on!
By the way, he’s now curled up in front of the fire, gently snoring and looking very unenergetic, quite his normal self, in fact!
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