He got out of the house via the front door (special thanks to the silly man who left the door open) and scarpered. This is Rocky's way, when he's out of the house he just runs and runs, he pays no attention to anyone. I feared he wouldn't come back.
Having not seen what way he went I jumped into the car and drove around Rathcoole asking anyone if they had seen a wee black dog with white markings. No joy.
After a bout 10 minutes or so I went back to the house to see if he was around there and lo and behold, there he was in next-door's front garden.