The Cardwell caravan park boasts the only restaurant that is open in the evening. I had walked the dogs about 3kms to the jetty and back. There is a lovely path along the waterfront back far enough from the water's edge to hopefully be out of range of crocs.
After feeding the hounds I put them in their crates and joined Anita at the restaurant. There was a long wait for the food as the place was very busy. After more than half an hour we were still waiting for dinner when dog number 2 entered the restaurant, ears pinned back and on a mission. He had gone around to the front of the restaurant, past the diners on the terrace and through the open doors. I quickly grabbed hold of him and took him out, much to the amusement of the couple seated next to us.
The restaurant was over 200m from our van and the dogs had not been there. We had gone into the restaurant through the main door which was kept closed, so he must have trekked around the building in search of his protector. Fortunately the staff in the restaurant and most of the other diners were oblivious to his brief appearance.
I expected to find he had scratched his way out of the crate, but the flap was wide open meaning I had forgotten to zip him in! I had done that once before, leaving the flap unzipped on the crate of dog number 1, but she stayed put all night not interested in leaving the comfort of her bed.
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