Quit digging and trying to escape, you are not the littlest hobo!

We've been having a bit of trouble with Busby lately.

He turned two last month so it's probably a case of the terrible two's, only he's been like this since we got him but recently he's been tearing up the garden trying to get under the fence.

One day last week I came home a bit early to watch a football game (United v City in the League Cup semi-final 2nd leg. United 3-1 won to get to the final).

The strange thing was that only Boomer met me at the door so I asked my wife where Busby was. She didn't know so we set about looking round the house and garden for him and shouting his name. Nothing.

He's escaped before into one of the neighbours gardens at the back but this time we couldn't see him.

We drove around the neighbourhood to see if we could find him and then drove down the main road near the house to see if there was any sign but again nothing so we returned home for another look.

I got my ladders out and started looking over neighbours fences to see if I could see him anywhere but no luck.

My wife was getting really worried at this point and decided she wanted to look into our next door neighbours garden as he'd got in there earlier that day. They keep their gate locked as they have a pool but undetered, my pregnant wife started kicking down the fence and climbed through to see if he was there.

We searched the garden and found a spot under their fence that looked like something (maybe a very small naughty little white dog) had dug through. This was a worrying development as our neighbours house backs on to the main road.

I've seen dogs dumped at the side of that road a few times so it obviously crossed my mind that this could be what we found.

We drove around the neighbourhood again and asked a few people in the street if they'd seen him but still nothing. The good thing was we didn't see a body dumped by the side of the road.

When we got home again I checked the phone and their was a message. Two girls had found Busby in the busy road trying to get himself killed. They very kindly picked him up and called the number on his collar and then brought him home.

The cheeky little blighter still hasn't learnt his lesson so we've had to keep the dog door closed and only let them out with supervision.

So, Busby, if you're reading this, why are you always trying to escape? You are not like the Littlest Hobo always moving on to a new adventure in a new town.

Stop it!