|Safe back in his pen|
A Sassenach reiver raced through the fold, fast as a candle, lamb in his hold.
Out he went at speed of the light and was gone o're the hillside and into the night.
Like any good shepherd I took my wee sheep dog, seeked out to find it and bring it home right.
It was cowering under the charcoal grill.
Yeah, every morning we have this little touse, wherein Mack steals a toy and tries to get out the door with it and I stand in the doorway and try to prevent same. He is young and terrier fast and thinks it's the funniest thing since Steve Martin. I think I want to get started on writing before everybody else gets up and don't much enjoy playing keep away in the kitchen door.
This time I gave up and just let him go. It was only one of the toy lambies.
At least it wasn't the light-up squeaky ball. Everybody likes to make off with that, even Peggy.
Fin and I went out to find it after Mack was in for his breakfast. It has surely seen better days.