I'll start with one of the times Toby, in his adventerous puppyhood, went missing.
A windy evening, our garden gate blew down, and Toby, who was in the garden at the time, decided to go out and explore. My parents had gone out shopping for the evening, and I had just got in from work, to find Toby missing, along with half of the garden gate. I was really worried, especially with Toby having no roadsense. I went out and called his name, but no sign of Toby. I was upset, and started to think the worst; I live on a fairly busy road. I prayed that Toby would be okay, and be safe, that was all I could do for now. As soon as Mum and Dad got back, I would have to tell them, and get my dad to drive around looking for him.
When my parents had arrived back home, they arrived with more than the shopping, they bought Toby back with them. They found him, walking around the garage shop, when they stopped to buy petrol. They almost decided to buy the petrol the next day instead, but thankfully they didn't! Thanks to good timing, Toby was found in the shop, obviously taking no notice of the 'No Dogs' sign on the door.
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