We had a very traumatic Sunday. Morris disappeared for 16 hours at Wooplaw Wood. He had had a major fright as he walked through the woods and ran off. Friends, locals, neighbours, clients came and joined the search. We had a camper van command post near where Morris went missing. People came with torches and infra red heat sensors. We combed the woods calling his name, rattling his biscuit tin and squeaking his toy. Nothing. Then at 4.30am, after everyone had gone home, Ewen, who was still searching, heard a sound near the camper. It was Morris. He, his coat and his paws were pristine clean, he wasn't cold or trembling with fright. He was just --- back. We assume someone had stolen him and the media coverage and obvious display of our distress bumped their conscience into returning him. Mabel : I have to admit a certain "Whoopee." I had full run of the house and the toys, a leisurely dinner and a big stretch in bed and all without having to defend myself. I suppose it's good to have him back but the peace was magic. Now, he's getting a big head, "Yes, I was the Missing dog. Yes, I attracted 19,000 social media hits. Yes you want to pat me, take my picture, ask for my pawprint?" I have to live with this.

Morris: No-one will ever know what I did. I'm not telling. I'm going to be secretive and mysterious. Anyway, no-one would understand if I tried. Just glad to be home. I need my eggy bread!