Woody and Digger

More calls this week.
Today a lovely man called Joe rang, already fully aware of the Sky saga, and happening to be a friend of Darren, the man who lent us the (fateful, stolen, never found - thanks for nothing Leics police youknowwhotookititsobvious) trap. A black lab had just run out onto a lane in front of his landrover then darted back through the hedge into the field. He rang from the road, I jumped in the Jeep and joined him, right in the middle of the Hot Zone.
Alas, 15 minutes of chat later we heard a noise crashing around the other side of the hedge, my heart in my mouth as you'd imagine, saw a black lab - and a lady owner. She of course also knew all about Sky and spent a couple of months in the winter walking around with a carrot in her pocket, prepared to call "dinner".
Woody (I think I've remembered his name right?) had espaped through the hedge and that's what Joe had seen, 25 mins earlier, she assured us. Oh well - yet again at least the system kicks in and one day the mystery might be explained.
Another Digger encounter last Monday. It took till today to figure it out. A lady who lives in the Lount (many sightings there, you'll know if you're a Skyblogger) saw a black lab who scarpered once viewed, Monday morning. Called us Tuesday. I got in late so called back Wednesday. Wanted to call Digger's owner but the nice man from Carphone Warehouse had kindly wiped all my contacts in changing me to my new mobile phone a few days ago (aaggrgh!). Called her today and yes, Digger got out last Monday and made his way to Barton in the Beans - via the Lount.
Again, at least we've got to the bottom of it. And useful to know that although Digger's usually sociable, he can just take fright and run, so we can't necessarily use behaviour to discriminate between calls.
Ho hum...