250: He’s Gone Again

Yes! The pup has gone again.  Every time, just as I get used to him being around, he leaves. I don’t know if he has relationship problems or if the police are after him, but he scarpers.

This time he’s evidently  gone to buy some neck decorations because I distinctly heard him say he was going to Tie-land.  He must be buying a lot because he’s gone for seven weeks. (Remember 7 weeks in dog time is a very long time.)

So, I’m left with the oldies. I just hope they don’t die while the pup is away.  What would I do then?  I don’t know how to open the door or contact anyone.  I could starve to death or injure myself.   I need a panic button linked to some kind of emergency service that could at the vey least come and put food through the letterbox.  

Perhaps, instead of wishing and hoping (cue for a song there), I should start such a service myself.  I could start small - just providing the service for dogs in our street, ; then when people realise what a useful service it is, it would spread from community to community across the land - and the globe.

Forgive me now, I’m just going to think and plan - I need to come up with a catchy name for the service (“Help for Hounds”?,  “Owners gone? Dogs Live On”?, “Death Is Not The End”?, “Bones, not Bodies” ?) - and a logo , of course.  I hope John’s laptop is charged up and available so I can work on a website.

I must stop now, I’m going to be busy.

Now, how much should I charge?