Bob and I should have had our feet up watching something mindless last night. Instead, we were doing a fair impression of a couple of illegal hare coursers next to the runway at Robin Hoods Airport. Not known for a particularly tranquil location at the best of times, we also had to contend with the Tour de Yorkshire belting past and being sky bombed by the biggest passenger plane we’ve ever seen.
Anyway after a full day on the run, leading a lot of good folk a merry dance, Houdini decided that the call of the wild was not what it is cracked up to be and walked up to Bob.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose!
He is just a baby. Exhausted! (him and us)