My lil boy went out to play and he knows he can go to the park - which is across the road or to either of his friends streets which are either side of where we live. Anyway, he didn't show up for tea and it got a bit too late for his return which resulted in me having to go look for him.
He was way too far away, we've had this conversation so many times about being trusted to play out with his friends rather then on the front door step... but no! he had to go awol, took me an hour to find him.
So, no more playing out until he follows the rules. I know lots of people probably go through the same thing but when your heart is in your mouth, the cotton wool comes back out!
Good thing is, he's sitting quiet and has gone to bed with his tail between his legs. He knows he's let himself down.