The Lost Are Found

A few minutes after posting the last one I looked outside and there was Bolt. Sitting all dobie-like, 30 feet away with a dumb-a-- look on his face. Shot was whining, of course.
What would the dog psychologist say? Beat the living shit out of them in punishment...or make a big deal about their return. Hm... decisions decisions. Bolt got the beating of his life with the horse crop and is now in solitude confinement. Shot, got a semi-beating. He whines. They both knew they did wrong and were in trouble. Thus the distance play by Bolt. Bolt stinks like skunk. Looks like whatever animal they came upon gave Bolt a good trouncing too. His nose has a few bites on it. No pity here.
(I will love them up a little later...really missed Shot. Would be so sad if he didn't come home.)