The other day, I was enjoying a relaxing time watching TV. I hadn't noticed just how relaxing it was until Sandy came out and asked, "Where's Jenny?" I assumed she was in our closet, one of her favorite places. But she wasn't there.
We called her, whistled for her. Doors flew open. We scanned the entire house. Nothing. We looked in the backyard, nothing. Sandy started to worry. "Could she have gotten out?" She was especially concerned because we'd taken Jenny's collar off the night before and hadn't put it back on.
As emotions and tensions rose, I thought to check one more place: the garage. We had been in there earlier, but I was sure she had come out with me. I opened the door, and joy flooded in - whining, tail wagging, ball in her mouth. Several minutes of playing ensued followed by a brisk trot outside.
All was well, emotions tempered. Life got back to normal. We were amazed there had been no barking, no scratching. Nothing to belie her secret location until I opened the door on a hunch.
Jenny, I love you! Please let us know when you're playing hide and seek so you don't play alone.
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