She's been going in her kennel quite willingly, so last night I didn't bother to latch the door; I just closed it gently.
Somewhere around 5 A.M., our regular nightly thunderstorm awakened me. Glancing at the kennel, I saw the door open and knew Iris was somewhere hiding from the storm. She is terrified by storms. I figured she was probably curled up in Cliff's bathroom, the one off our bedroom; that's where she usually goes to hide.
But she wasn't there. My next thought was that she was likely curled up on some furniture, although I haven't had to call her off any furniture for several days. Nope, not there. Nor was she in any of her hidey-holes where I often find her.
Folks, I looked everywhere a dog could possibly be; it isn't a big trailer house, so it doesn't take long to search the whole place. Nowhere could I find my dog. I was really, really surprised that she wasn't in the first place I looked... Cliff's bathroom. That's always been her favorite hiding place.
Wait... surely she wouldn't have gotten in the bathtub?
Indeed she had. I peeked behind the shower curtain and there she was, curled up in one end of Cliff's bathtub.
Look what opened up for me overnight.
On another note, there's a heart-rending story about a pet up for adoption at Wayside Waifs. I don't want him, but I sure wish he could find a good home. He's been at Wayside for over a year, bless his heart. Click HERE to read his story and see his video.