Dexter, the floofy cutie, has just given me a mini heart attack. Not sat with his friend, not in his favourite bed nor in his second or third favourite beds.....he decides to curl up in a tiny furry ball in a pile of hay - which he never does, he normally sleeps in the open - and then launches himself at me when i start to move the pile in the panic that I can’t find him. He obviously can’t unclip the pen door, can’t unlock the shed door, cannot get out in any shape or form but it still managed to scare me when I couldn’t find him! Now he’s sat there munching on his hay laughing at me! Popcorn is in the background thinking, why didn’t you just ask me, I knew where he was!
