Missing dog

For a brief time in the wee hours of the morning, Iris was nowhere to be found.  


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.