Once with my first yorkie, Jessie, we came home and she was nowhere to be found. Usually she would be at the window looking for us and run to the top of the steps to wait for us to come up the stairs. I started looking everywhere throughout the house, under the beds, in the closets etc. I was shaking and crying and my husband was freaking out too. Then I heard a sound behind the door which is a guest bedroom where the door is always closed. She must have followed me in that room before I left and door shuts behind you so she got locked in. OMG the worst feeling when I thought I lost her but the best feeling when I found her. She was no worse for wear. |