The Case of the Missing Dog...

I met Stephen for lunch today and then went home to let Hendrix out. I was not greeted at the door with the usual "hugs" and sloppy kisses which was a little unusual. I thought maybe I would catch him on the bed, but he wasn't there either. I called him - nothing. I went upstairs to see if somehow the door had been left open and he was there, nope. I started out the back door and noticed it was unlocked (not open, but unlocked). I called to see if Kathy might have picked him up to come and play at her house - she hadn't. I went into panic mode. I called Stephen and had just about convinced myself that someone had stolen him (mind you nothing else had been touched). I went through each room of the house and when I got to the closet...


He had gotten locked in the CLOSET! Somehow he either had followed me in there this morning without me knowing or he went in and the door shut behind him. He obviously freaked out during the 4 hours he was in there. I guess he tried to "dig" his way out?? The poor thing even had a cut on his nose where he had been trying to stick it under the door. Needless to say, we will be replacing the carpet in our closet. Stephen and I ended up really laughing about it. He said he knew nobody would want to steal our dog. I should have known better! HA!

Stephen and I are looking forward to a weekend at home. Parker and Julee's wedding is next weekend so we are going to rest up. We are really looking forward to the game. GOOO DAWGS!