Rotten hounds

Well what a strange affair.
Having spent the morning dossing about in that leisurely Sunday fashion it was time to head out. So when i went for the keys to the bike and did not find them i was a little bemused. First of all checked the usual places i leave them, on the table by the door, in my bag, jeans , jacket then the slightly more obtuse, like in the ignition and finally emptied the bin in case they got tossed out with the empties. Nothing, a big fat zilch. I scoured the garden from top to bottom. Now i know i had them at home last night as the bike was sat on the drive, well it would have to be to check the ignition either that or i am having hallucinations. So what can have mysteriously happened to the KEYS, i can only presume that the dogs at some point have decided to run off with, or just as likely, eaten them. By 5pm still nothing turned up, but luckily i rent the bike and the shop kindly sent a spare set out for me. Not till 6-30 so now exhausted by this strange set of events i think i am staying in for the night. If anyone wants to bring me Pizza it would be most welcome.