Calvin again!!! He decided that he was a Basset Hound and followed his nose and ran away from me while we were walking around on the site. We couldn't find him anywhere! We live on a type of smallholding and we called security to check everybody as they left because I was paranoid that someone had stolen him. (Naturally, everybody has fallen in love with him since we moved in on the weekend)
Then my brain started going into overdrive and I was convinced that the eagles that nest by the river had taken him for their supper! Eventally, by process of elimination, my husband figured out that he must have gone into the 10 000m2 field next to us, and, of course, there is an electric fence between us and the field and a just-big-enough gap under the gate for Calvin to fit through. We managed to get security to open the gate and off we went bush-wacking for 30 mins looking for my naughty boy.
Eventually, Jeff heard some russeling under a bush and there he was! He was too scared to come out because he thought he was in trouble and would get shouted at.
I am so so so happy to have him back safe and sound. One lucky doggy is getting steak tonight!