The Lount explained?

Deep in the South of France, on a canal boat, going through a double lock, I hear the beep of my mobile with a text call. It's last Thursday and Pete Childs has just found a wandering black lab whom he was pretty confident wasn't Sky as there was no scar and the dog jumped onto the front seat of his car with confidence, but Pete was on his way to the local vet's to see if he could be ID'd by a chip - as he was wearing no collar. He was ID'd and is Digger, who belongs to a farm near the Lount. He's just been brought to the vet's again this morning, on another wander to a farm in Market Bosworth.
This sort of information helps - his owners have been very helpful to us in the past but didn't imply he was this much of a wanderer. It makes all the sightings in that area seem likely to be him.
The Green Lane is about a mile away, so that's less certain but of course quite possible.
The Helpout Mill is considerably further away.
A lot of our calls have described a dog who's always running and won't turn to a person's voice though, and by contrast Digger by all accounts is very friendly and is generally just nosing around.
This information makes me bipolar. I'm mainly glad we can make more sense of things, but it also diminishes the hope that the sightings were Sky. Having said that I think we're reaching the stage of acceptance that Shelley and Jon describe in their latest posting http://missingbraccojacob.blogspot.com/
I could have written every word Shelley has said. Our thoughts are identical. There's no point in repeating them here, but as I watched black labrador's gambling in and out of the Canal du Midi in France, remembering Sky doing the same on the Ashby canal here, I felt deep down like we'd never see him again.
Like J&S, we know from our knowledge of farmers and shooting parties that it's highly unlikely he would have been lying dead somewhere but unfound. So where is he? Who's got him? The lack of closure prevents you fully accepting you'll never see him again.
We'd planned to do this trip with Sky so I knew the first day or two would be tough. I actually only had one unstable moment which took me a bit by surprise but shouldn't have as it was identical to the one when I was at work, when I petted the blind man's black lab. There was a lab in a restaurant one lunchtime, whose owners were happy for me to fuss, and behaved exactly like Sky enjoying all the certain kinds of scratches and strokes and reacting the same way. Luckily we were sitting at a table in the corner and I was facing out to the canal, so when I stood up and went back to my seat, sat down and burst into tears, no-one saw except Tim. Who swallowed hard, couldn't say anything as he filled up too, and gulped some rose wine (which finally worked on me after a while!)
Having said all that we had a fabulous, relaxing holiday; slept tons; enjoyed pottering at 4 kph in our narrowboat called St Chinian; cycled through vineyards; ate lots of fromage de chevre, baguettes and cassoulet; and with plenty of flights from East Midlands airport have said we'll do a few weekends in France over coming months while we don't have the responsibility of a dog.
The chickens seem pleased to see me - judging by the fact I've just had to chase 3 of them out of the kitchen, and our friend Pat has done a great job of babysitting them and the ducks while we were away. Thanks Pat!