We went out last night to have dinner at our friend's house. We made it back home by 8:30pm. When I walked in my husband runs up to me and says" I can't find Toby".......
I go balistic saying "what do you mean you can't find him!!"
We all (me, my husband, my 2 kids) frantically search for him through the whole, house calling out his name... not a peep. By now I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach, my husband walks around to get a towel fron under the sink..... and low and behold TOBY!!!
Napping in the cupboard under the kitchen sink. God I felt so releaved but a little upset that couldn't be bothered with barking or something to let us know he was okay.....
These pups
