Dognapped?

I was dognapped yesterday.

No.... not really. It's just that M's mum came over when no one was home and took me back to the old house. My MM came home during lunch and found me gone and told my M. But did they panic? No!

Gosh, I wonder if they really do love me. Their precious dog gone and they did not start a dog-hunt? Their conversation goes something like this:

MM: Herbie got kidnapped. He's not at home.
M: Is it? You took him to my mum's place ah?
MM: No.
M: Or you put him at viv's place?
MM: No. He's not around when I came back.
M: Oh... maybe my mum took him back.

And that's it! No fear, no panic, no nothing! Well, my M did call up to make sure I was indeed at the old house, but still...

And to add insult to injury, my MM actually joked to my M and said 'What a stupid thief. Did not steal anything expensive but stole a pig instead.'

For the last time, I may eat a lot, sleep a lot, but I am definitely NOT a PIG!