Posting days: Sunday and Wednesday and, sometimes, maybe, extra ‘news flashes’!
Sunday February 19th 2017
Today’s title? The tabloid heading I fantasise during the very long seconds I search frantically for Isis in Kings Heath Park.
It’s Friday, and a very pleasant day to be in the park, i.e., it’s not raining. Isis prances happily by the hedgerow. The very hedgerow which appears on last Wednesday’s blog.
I stand a few yards away, watching Alan the Beagle rolling happily on the grass, his legs paddling the air. I turn back to Isis.
But she’s not there.
I can’t believe she’s popped behind the hedge so quickly. I hurry round to check her out.
To my horror there’s no sign of her in any of her favourite spots. She’s not pruning any of the little fir trees on the bank. Nor is she on the other bank or sniffing along the little woody paths down at the bottom.
Gulp. I rush back to the higher level and scan the landscape again. Not a sign of her.
The only other possibility, I think, is that she’s popped over to the burberry hedge which runs along this side of what used to be the T.V. Garden – a gardening programme used to be filmed there – and is following it. She often does this on her extended lead on the way back to the car park.
But the hedge and path are long and straight and I can see right up to where they turn the corner into Poo Forest. I know she couldn’t have covered that much ground.
I can feel my stomach being drawn in like the strings of Andy Murray’s racquet with the impact of a crashing volley. My poor little Isis. My vulnerable little dog. Running out into the road. Lost. Stolen.
As my imagination dips into the darkest, most unthinkable troughs of horror, a white smudge appears over the little hill which is close to the basketball court. The white smudge grows larger and more distinct.
It is definitely unscathed by any of my imagined outcomes. It doesn’t appear to be in the least bit anxious. And it’s definitely Isis.
Tail waving jauntily, the picture of nonchalance, she trots down the slope towards me. She emanates confidence. She looks very pleased with herself.
Sheru and his person are coming along the path towards me and I ask whether they had seen where Isis had been.
Yes, Isis appeared to be aware that Gr. and Kasey where up on the top field. She had stood at the edge of the path sniffing in their direction, but when they had moved further on, she had turned back.
When I touch her back in greeting, Isis wags her tail happily.
She knows she wasn’t lost.
Isis came from the Aeza cat and dog rescue and adoption centre in Aljezur, Portugal. For information about adopting an animal from the centre, contact firstname.lastname@example.org or www.dogwatchuk.co.uk