hehe - proof my dog IS truely blonde

Yesterday, the dog decided to spice the afternoon up a little. First off, Bentley is blonde - very blonde, and he lives with a cat, but no other cat is allowed to set foot on the property (well actually, they aren't even allowed on the neighbouring properties!) and yesterday, this little grey cat came over while I was hanging out some washing...never thought anything about it as I walked back up to the house (chatting to Carol on the phone!) and closed the sliding door (was open about 5cm - always like that, just to let some fresh air into the conservatory) and continued talking....few minutes later T'K comes screaming in, "where's Bentley, where's the dog??" Told her he'd be outside somewhere and to look for him - then it dawned on me that the gate was down (it's not attached yet, something I'm still waiting on *rolleyes*) and told her he'd be mooching around down the bottom...no sight of him, so I abruptly finish talking with Carol and T'K says he's gone over the bank (which is infact a cliff, which is covered in gorse and what-not) and goes down onto a fairly busy road, so I grab my keys and drive round the bottom, trying to catch him before he either takes off, or gets hit by a car (like I said, he's not that smart!). Get down the bottom and can see T'K at the top - we yell at each other and call the dog, she then catches sight of him - slightly above the middle - and he's going no where. So I stand calling him for a while (why I don't know, when I know he can't/won't hear!!). Eventually realise that there is nothing we can do, so tell T'K to go call the fire dept. She returns informing me that she'd locked the door - fabulous...says she'll go next door and phone, but I knew they weren't home, so I jumped back in the car and drove home - heard the dog go nuts hearing the car leave and he no longer had T'K in his sight!!
Tell her to go back out and just talk to the pooch, he was heaps calmer just seeing her! So I quickly phoned Craig and told him, and said, do I just call the fire dept...he said no, I'll come home - then I just started to panic - told him no, I needed help now! So I hung up and called - never, ever thought my first 111 call would be for a dog! LMAO! They arrived within about two minutes, and saw where he was and two of them began to climb up..they were so good, when the reached him, they talked to him first before grabbing him, then when he saw me down below, he looked a lot less stressed. Then, the fire chief states he needs a photo (wonder if he's a scrapper, hehe) and grabs their camera out of the truck and snaps a few shots (and yes, I am going to get copies!). So, that was our Friday arvo - poor dog didn't leave my side for hours!!
Oh, and then today - the morning paper, page three - in the IN BRIEF column - Dog Rescued (oh shame!)
it says
A firefighter scrambled about 9m to 12m up a cliff to rescue a stranded dog in Dunedin yesterday. The king charles spaniel was caught on a scrub-covered cliff in D******* Street, when the fire fighters arrived about 12.10pm, a Fire Service spokesman said. The firefighter coaxed the dog into his arms and carried it down to its owner.
Hehe - like I said, stupid dog...the team was fantastic though, and we were really appreciative of their service and manner that they carried it out. Only thing is, he's a Cavalier King Charles, but oh well - LOL