On the final morning, Mummy woke up early to take us on a last beach run. Yesterday, George had done a runner so Mummy had him on the leash all the way down to the beach. I ran ahead and waited for them to make their way down the narrow path.
I couldn’t wait to chase George and have a good run. Then all of a sudden, I was running alone.George had decided he didn’t like being on the beach and he was running up the steep steps towards the hotel. Well, that was the end of our morning run on the beach. We scrambled after him with Mummy shouting, “George! George!” But we were too slow and he had disappeared up the hillside.
He wasn’t just running up the narrow path. Instead he ran into the brambling bushes on the hillside. Thankfully he had on his bright blue neoprene coat so he could be spotted just a little easier. We walked half way up the hill to where he disappeared but there was no sign of him. Mummy walked on and she led me inside the hotel gate so at least she need not worry where I might go – but I would never wander far anyway. She went back down the narrow path to look for George and caught sight of him standing behind one of the bushes, looking to see where we were. Once he caught sight of Mummy, he darted up the hillside.
Mummy lost sight of him. Then she had an idea. She decided to return to the hotel and recruit help. But as she walked up the hill, she caught sight of him on the path further along on other side of the hotel grounds. Mummy let me out of the gate in hope that I would get George to come back. I did catch up with him and told him to come back with me but he was not interested. We ran alongside each other for a little while as I tried to shepherd him towards Mummy. But he wouldn’t come. I returned to find Mummy while he scampered off in another direction – this time into the garden next door where he went to yesterday. He seemed to enjoy darting around in it for whatever reason.At that point, we had just 45 minutes before the taxi would arrive and Mummy had not had breakfast yet – and it’s going to be a long journey to London. She thought it best to take me back to the room and then to ask the hotel reception for help. They sent out two of their staff to help round up George.
In the meantime, Mummy spotted a man walking past with his dog. She raced down to ask if he had seen a little black dog aka crazy mutt from whence he came! Indeed he had seen George darting happily back and forth back where we last saw him. As they walked in that direction, they saw him amongst the bushes in the garden of the house next door to the hotel. It was obvious he wasn’t going anywhere except he didn’t want to come back to us.
In the meantime, two hotel staff members showed up for the hunt, and all three of them stood at various parts of the fence surrounding the garden. They could see George lingering near the thick prickly undergrowth. Mummy stayed at a slight distance because she knew if he saw her, he would run. He wasn’t ready to be back on a leash.
One of the staff stood on the side of the hotel garden wall and kept urging George to go to her. The other came from behind, this time with treats in her hand. She approached him slowly and reassuringly.
“Should I pick him up?” she yelled. By then he knew he was in trouble or maybe, felt cornered he did not run away.
The helpful lady later told Mummy that he was whimpering and had the look of guilt. He knew he had done something VERY wrong. He didn’t run off, he waited to be picked up.
Hooray! for the rescue team.By then, we had delayed the taxi pick-up. Mummy hosed him down and went to our room to clean us both before going on a five hour train ride. She wasn’t keen to travel with two damp dogs.
Why, George? You ruined our last morning. You’ve made us miss our earlier train, so now we’ll be one that will be overcrowded with all the holiday makers on their way home. Yes, hang your head in shame. And the next time, the hotel may never want us back again. 🙁 Or it may mean that you won’t get to come with us. We will have to leave you behind. And that’s not what we want. We want to be altogether.
“But I don’t really like the beach,” George tried to explain.“I am afraid of the water. I prefer to run amongst the bushes and hunt for things. You know I wasn’t running away. I just wanted to do my thing.”
May’s comment: Who would have thought that I could lose George on a beach? He has never been a fan really and he doesn’t like water. He really prefers to run on fields and chase squirrels, and he definitely has a mind of his own. He’s full of character and mischief.
I believe he would eventually come back but I had no time to wait for him to make his decision. At first he was driven by a curiosity and a desire to do what he wants and then when he sensed he was in trouble, he began to run away in fear. Year 2017, year number 3 – still have work to do.
As for that bright blue neon jacket – thank goodness he had it on. In fact they have been amazingly useful in keeping wet sand off their bodies as they ran and rolled in the sand. It’s waterproof enough to keep them dry and unlike Equafleeces, the sand just falls off of it.