It’s 20.18. A police woman called me some hour ago saying that Garmpa had been sighted at Hertsö Centrum’ish. (FYI quite a ‘far’ way from home, for a 17 year old dog). I went there by the speed of light, searched everyhwere and no track of him. I went home, called my dad at the stable and told him to take the car. I waited. Later, the same woman called again saying he had been taken care of. I biked with the speed of light. And there he was, all worn out making small squeels.

Where he had gone, and why he has been away for so long; I don’t know. He’s not run over or hurt, but he’s psysically very VERY tired. I am not sure if he’ll get over this.

I AM going to have one hell of a nightsleep. I will never again moan about taking the bike to the stable. If this day hasn’t hurt my knees, then going to the stable won’t.

I didn’t have my planned cake today =( Ohwell, I guess my beautiful 7th September will now be know as the day I thought my grampa had vanished.

Here’s a map I did. (cause I need to take out my tension on beeing creative)