Scooby To The Rescue!

I’m still here – and it’s all thanks to my mighty mutt… By Shelagh Shaw, 52, from Chesterfield

- James Hanman/Jamie Mountain

It was May this year, and a very warm evening for the time of year – in fact, it was a bit too warm for me...

I said goodnight to our Leonbergers Scooby, 6, and Jake, 7, who were lolling about downstairs, before I went upstairs to hit the hay.

But could I sleep? No! 

I kept tossing and turning, just couldn’t seem to get comfortable in the heat.

Neither, it seemed, could my hubby Ian, 56.

‘It’s much too hot with the two of us in here,’ he grumbled. I knew what he meant. 

So he decided to go and sleep in our spare room for the night, leaving me gently drifting off in our bed.

But then, the next time I opened my eyes, I had the most enormous shock.

I wasn’t in my bedroom any more. I was on a hospital ward!

And poor Ian was exhausted and sitting beside me, his face full of concern.

‘Oh, thank goodness you’re awake!’ he said, jumping up from his chair. ‘I’ve been really worried about you!’

‘Why, what’s happened?’ I asked him, still in a real daze.

I was absolutely amazed that I couldn’t remember anything from the night before.

Then Ian began to explain the extraordinary events...

In the early hours of the morning, Scooby had come bursting into the spare room, desperately trying to wake up Ian.

Panting loudly and pawing at him, Ian just thought Scooby was being playful and tried to shoo him away.