I’m thinking of changing the name of my springer spaniel Ruby to Roubini, after that master illusionist Houdini. No, she didn’t disappear, although she does every time our neighbour fires up the barbecue. Rather, she made something disappear – a golf ball! My husband was practising on the lawn, chipping three balls around, when Ruby raced out of the house and tried to fit all three in her mouth. By the time we got to her, there were just two on the ground. The third had vanished, with Ruby’s stomach being the obvious hiding place. Next day, after a worrying night (never Google what to do when your dog swallows a golf ball), it was off to the vet. Five X-rays later, the only stuff in her stomach was what should be there – not even one of those missing socks. We’ll probably never know what happened to the ball, but I haven’t given up hope. After all, last week I found a running shoe that went missing four years ago.