Yes, losing the dog. The girls went for a walk down by the railroad tracks, came back, ate lunch. I asked where the dog was, they don't know. I look in the usual places, they look, DH looks, I drive around and look on the roads, I walk half a mile down the railroad track looking, DH drives around looking, the girls pretend to look, I drive around some more looking. Finally we get a better story out of them, we go and look exactly where they last saw her (oo, there's a concept
) and lo and behold, the poor old thing is standing on top of a narrow ridge looking for a way down. For about 2 hours, I would estimate, maybe more. She is now gratefully sacked out in the living room. Oh brother. I got lots of exercise.
Kiwi

I'm such a baby.
.
). But I also get them on a charmingly monthly basis too. Peaches has a cure she swears by, but I can't remember what it is. Some herb. Or maybe herbie.

And I mean that in a good way, dearie.