Lost dog drama

I was working on the new herb bed by the decking today and Diane was going out to the garden centre with Sara. She decided to leave Digger in the hall so I could "keep an eye on him". After a while, I thought I heard a funny noise, so I went to investigate. Digger was not in the hall so I did a quick flit around the house but there was no sign of a dog anywhere. Had Diane taken him with her after all? I checked all the upstairs rooms again and there was not a hound to be found in any of them. I desperation, I went in the "downstairs" loo and there he was. Somehow, he had pushed the door open, gone in and closed it behind him. Unfortunately, he had also done a large wee on the floor (it is amusing to wonder if that was on his mind when he went in there, but I doubt it - more likely it was stress-related!). I was so pleased to find him so I just got the kitchen roll out and cleared it up. Naturally, I chucked all the paper straight down the toilet and that promptly got firmly blocked up, so there was nothing for it but I to get my hand down there to clear it. Thanks a lot, Digs!