Up Down and Up Again

Awoken rather early by crying coming from the back garden. Went out to investigate. Most odd, the sounds were several feet above Myself. Tracked them to the source and found OLAHF high in the cherry tree clinging to a skinny branch most definitely not suited to a large and hairy mog. And looking somewhat dishevelled, not to say sea-sick, as it was waved around in a gentle breeze. 5 minutes later He appeared with a ladder and climbed up to rescue OLAHF. Gather it hung on rather too tightly to His neck as it was carried down.

He left the ladder leaning on the tree and a mere half hour later a rejuvenated OLAHF came back. Investigated the ladder and decided it could be a less energetic way of climbing trees. Only made it to the 3rd rung before hitting the ground. TB on the other hand did it with supreme grace (for a geriatric beagle) and sat on a fat branch and smiled.