I almost thought I lost the dog *inside* the house today. I came out after a soak in the tub. And couldn't find her. She was last seen napping in her rattan dog house, the one L calls "Queeniham". Not in Queeniham. Not in the Day Bed -- the rattan basket by the window which is her choice spot in the morning because the sun hits it and she can sunbathe while looking out at the window and grrring at passing children. And the white dog that walks itself. Not on what she has now established as her favourite spot on the sofa. Not on her floor cushion by the sofa. Not on her floor cushion by the bed. Not in the bed. Not under the duvet. You see how many napping spots she has in the house? Not even under my desk where she once went to sulk when I was leaving for work. Not in any of the bedrooms. Not in the kitchen where she is not supposed to go into. Even checked the bathrooms and she feels strongly about places where you have baths.
I was starting to panic. How can you possibly lose a dog in the house? I'm pretty sure she couldn't get the keys to unlock one door and one gate and let herself downstairs to go after that white dog that walks itself. Could she? She' smart. And talented. But even so...
Finally, a little movement gave her away. She was huddled into the backrest of the sofa, nestled among the throw cushions. Perfect camouflage.
Little bitch.
3 comments:
Ah -- another hiding Schnauzer. The Queen could come to join Fritzy -- who hides everywhere. As long as his head is covered though, he thinks the rest of him is invisible. Doesn't your heart just sink when you can't find them right away? M.
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doG there is nothing like the panic you can feel when you lose your dog in your house....And a small one at that. ..... and in a small house at that. ;o)
Ginny
P.S. Tasha says she learned all she knew about that from the Queen
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