Missing Murdo!

We came back from the bowling. An hour later I noticed I hadn't seen the dog Murdo in ages. I searched the house. Nothing. Under chairs, beds, out the back. Gone.

Went out to look for him and the wee scone was sitting on the doorstep!
Our front garden isn't secure.

Mrs FP remembers Murdo was first into the house but by the time we sorted coats and leads I reckon he doubled back and went out the door before it was closed.

Wee scamp. 

Anyway the blip is from our walk which passed our local cricket club. Reminded me of Father Ted and Dougal talking about perspective using model cows.