Avalanches in the mountains and a constant fall of snow here. A woman at the Post Office counter has told the French teacher that there's a group of gypsies stealing dogs. This folklore ( for that's what it is ) does little for the owners peace of mind. Reassurance is given. It's quite improbable that a group of dog traffickers would come to the village at that very moment, wait until the start of a blizzard and then decide to kidnap her dogs as they charge across the fields in the dark.
The mayor has marshaled the local farmers and their dogs to look. There's not a trace of the two errant hounds to be found. Bob helps in the search down by the lake.
The French teacher is suffering from an admixture of guilt ( if only I hadn't let them out ), fear ( what if they've been sold for testing ? ) and uncertainty ( perhaps they're sheltering in a barn ?) . She's upset in a way that non-dog owners can never understand. Tomorrow might be the time to plant the idea that the two youngsters fell asleep together in the forest and simply didn't wake up again.
At bedtime Bob and Sophie get an extra tickle.