The Furlong dog is called Bobby. He’s an old chap – just turned 12 this April. As far as we know he only has one best friend. His friend is the Furlong daughter’s dog. They spend happy hours together in perfect peace and harmony.
Several days ago, whilst out on a walk in a wood, Bobby’s friend disappeared. After a help call to Facebook, our daughter drummed up a local search party. It proved useless. The situation seemed desperate. Just as the dark was settling in a friend phoned our daughter on her mobile suggesting they come along and have one last look for the missing pet. And they found her quite by chance. By happystance!
Bobby’s best friend is a Springer Spaniel, and in the failing light these two last searchers found her skewered through the armpit on a sapling. She had been missing for five and a half hours. She was a mess. The branch stuck right through from front to back and she had to be unhooked by breaking the branch off from the tree, and shortening it front and back so she could be moved.
She was rushed to the vet.
The humans were a mess. The whole situation was a ghastly Furlong crises, emotionally and physically. And Bobby’s best friend has been operated on, stitched and re-stitched over several days now because the wound is so huge. Amazingly enough she survives.
And Bobby is unaware of how close he’s been to losing his best friend for ever.
Ignorance has been his bliss.