The next morning I took both my and Hendrix's breakfast over to Irma's veranda, where we ate heartily, and I polished a big plunger of coffee. It was so nice basking in the sun that was still on the rise, so not too hot, and it wasn't long before Hendrix started snoring, and I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. After the night that did not went well, me trying to keep Hendrix and his smells from my bed, it wasn't long before I fell into a deep and wonderful sleep.
I woke up, stretched deliciously, soaking up the bit of sun still warming me, when I suddenly became aware that something was missing! At first I couldn't think what, but then it struck me like a flash of lightning! Hendrix! I looked in my house in case he wanted his own bed, but there was no sign of him. Badly stressed by now, as Haarlem had a whole pack of huge, neglected and quite troublesome dogs, who were always on the look-out for a fight or black refuse bags to tear apart for food, I feared for his safety. So I grabbed my housecoat, and stuck my feet into a pair of slip-on sandals, and took on the dirt roads of Haarlem. I ran up to the main road, yelling at the top of my voice, hoping that people would not set their dogs onto me, but of Hendrix there was no sign. Looking up and own the main road, with no Hendrix in sight, I galloped like a mad old cow all around Haarlem, my poor chest wheezing, and my breakfast ready to come back out, my house coat fluttering gaily behind me, as the belt kept on getting loose. After almost running myself into a state of falling down dead, I decided that the bally dog can go on his way then, and I would go mine, and I will not worry myself into a decline!
So I went home, and sat down with a big pot of tea to try and get some air into my tortured lungs, and at least get some energy back, and was just getting comfortable breathing again, when a kind of a slimy green  and brown monster came crawling up the steps, scaring the daylights out of me! It was Hendrix, who of course being a Labrador, had gone to find himself a swimming spot, and all he could find was the slake covered dam some way up in the village. And this slake covered dog was so very sorry he made me worry, he decided to give me a good hug, and before I could get out of his way, he was hugging and kissing me like he was away for ten years! The stench of him was unbearable, so I took him down to the river where he had about three nice pools to swim in, and after he swam long enough for a goon cleanse, I went for a long shower myself with some heavy soaping before I stopped smelling like a walking trash can!
I thought that after the talking to I gave the erring dog he would take his morning swim down at the river, but the next morning he disappeared again, and I took the car to try and track him, and found that before his swim, he first visited everybody who looked as if they were friendly, and I understood that, because Labradors love people, and they love visiting people.