Not impressed

The other day I left work early in order to come home, relax and do some much needed reading. When I got to the village I noticed Maffi on Granny Buttons (the boat) looking a bit anxious – he had lost Molly.  He THOUGHT she got on at the last lock, but she wasn’t anywhere to be seen.  I asked whether he had checked the boat, and he had… so I said I would cycle down and see if I could find her as he was looking exhausted and Granny Buttons was in the diesel queue. I cycled like the wind hollering after Molly but to no avail.  I got to the lock and there was no sign of the much beloved pooch so I cycled on. The tow path below the lock was so lumpy I thought my head might roll off so I took to pushing the bike… but still no Molly. I called Maffi and asked whether he had checked the cupboards and checked everywhere on the boat ‘no’ says he ‘there is a door in the engine room and she can’t get beyond that’ for a second I wondered if we were talking about the same rather clever dog, the same dog that has made her way through many a door, the same dog that sticks her tongue out at Henley Rowers, the same dog that seems a bit sharp for a pooch.  I urged him patiently to look everywhere, and finally he gave in and said he would.  Within seconds I had a call back – she was behind said door.

I had cycled 3 miles to look for a dog that wasn’t lost.