Michael O’Loughlin

I'm Andy Warhol.

It all started when the entire family headed off on holiday.

My daughter to Italy, my wife and I to Greece.

We left the dog in the care of a friend who has known him since he was a pup, ten years ago.

Kumo is the very definition of a good dog, obedient and quiet.

The day after we had left, she took him up for a walk to Massey's Woods, an area he walks in most days of the week.

Without warning, he took off, nonchalantly trotting away down the lane and off through the woods.

The poor dogminder and everyone in the local stables tried to catch him, but he stayed out of reach.

Kumo is a terrier whip at cross, and despite his small stature, he can move fast.

They scoured the woods, but he had disappeared.

Soon, sightings began to be reported.

He had run into a housing estate near the Hellfire Club, but then re-emerged and trotted off towards Kilmashog Mountain.

It was the beginning of a five-day odyssey that would take him on a grand tour of the Dublin mountains.

By dawn the next day, he still hadn't been found.

My daughter rushed home from her equestrian idyll in the Tuscan hills, while my wife and I fretted and tried to organise travel home from the Greek island of Paros.

When my daughter and her partner got home, they and their incredible friends immediately embarked on the biggest dog hunt the area had ever seen.

Dozens of people scoured the hills and woods using motorbikes and drones.

Doors were knocked on, WhatsApp groups formed, thousands of flyers printed and distributed.

There were occasional sightings, one of him happily jogging up the path to Tick Nock.

The posse descended on the area and saturated it, but there was no sign of him.