Monday, September 7, 2009

The day I nearly lost 'Doggy'

Matthew has a favourite toy, it is a small brown and white bulldog which has come to be known, rather unimaginatively as Doggy. Today he wanted Doggy to accompany him to school, as he has just started in the Nursery I could see no reason to object. Having been chatting to a friend we decided to take the short stroll to the high street, with Lucy in the buggy I tried to remove Doggy and failed. Deciding that letting her hold him was better than the screaming that would follow an enforced removal we began, me making regular checks that she was still clutching Matthews best friend.

We crossed the busy road with the aid of the lights and eased our way through the narrow pavements that have ensured from the revamp taking place in the town at the moment. Then we were in the shop and my friend was browsing through the gifts section for a birthday present I did another spot check, Doggy wasn't there. I looked under the buggy, in the buggy and on the hood.

We were both horrified! We marched quickly out of the shop thinking, he would be waiting obediently outside, stitched eyes gazing up at us adoringly, no such luck. Making our way past mobility scooters, fellow buggy pusher and well dressed women about town we got back to the pelican crossing. Both my friend and I were busy scanning the pavement we had just come across, looking for a splash of brown and white against the grey tarmac when it started to rain.

It was then that I spotted him, sitting on a post looking down the road towards up, we rushed across the road and held him up triumphantly, and then stowed him safely at the bottom of the pushchair. On the way back to pick Matthew up from school we stopped and took a picture, my friend is going to make a postcard of Doggy's little adventure, especially as he joined us both for coffee.

I, as well as Matthew will now be able to sleep easily knowing Doggy is right where he should be!


gaelikaa said...

Oh, I am sooo glad you found Doggy! That would have been such a disaster! One of the biggest responsibilities I had when mine were little was making sure the toys didn't go astray!

Laura - Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy? said...

We had a similar experience and I was worse than the boy! ...