Runaway beast!

Charlie enjoying the sun

Charlie and I had a perfect summers evening yesterday. I took him to Grannys so he could play with her dog whilst my sister and I sunbathed. We went back to mums for a BBQ in the garden. We had a very relaxing evening. Until of course we got home.

Charlie travels in the boot of my car, when I open the boot he waits to have his lead put on and waits to be told he can jump out. At least this is what normally happens. Last night when we parked on the drive we could hear next doors dog barking. Apparently Charlie felt this gave him leave to jump immediately out of the car and hot foot it down the lane. He wouldn’t come back to me when I called. He wouldn’t follow Beemer. Instead he went skipping off through the wheat fields.

Charlie loves running through the wheat, if it wasn’t for the fact that when he is there it is because he has run away it would be quite cute. He leaps around as he runs so he can see over the crop and every now and again stands up on his hind legs like a meerkat so he can see where he is. And this is exactly what he was doing. I tried to get the biscuit tin to shake it and get his attention but no, this was not going to work. And then he did the worst possible thing. The one thing I have been dreading since I have got him. He ran across the road. We live in quite a quiet part of the world, down a private lane, but the lane leads off of a very busy road, and this is the road that Charlie dashed across whilst I was screaming at him to stop. He got over to the verge on the other side, took one look back at me and was gone across the fields on the other side with me in hot pursuit. Thank goodness that it was so late and therefore the road was quiet otherwise this would be a whole different post.

We have one neighbour that lives across the road and they have a dog so I ignored Charlie in the field and went to find Lucy the Labradoodle. Luckily she was playing in her garden and by playing with her Charlie thought we were having enough fun to come see what the fuss was about and I was able to trap him in their garden. But he was not done – oh no!

Before I could get him on his lead and take him home he decided to take a tour of their house, through the kitchen, dining room and into the sitting room to see the whole family – thank goodness they like Charlie otherwise we would have been in very big trouble. What a naughty Beagle!