Yesterday when I got home from work my fiancee was out in the hall speaking to a neighbor. I came inside and Nikko of course was ecstatic to see me. I proceeded to take my coat off and wind down. Ten minutes later my fiancee comes in, locks the door and tells me about his day. After a few minutes, I realized Nikko wasn't around. Where was he? I start to call him, no Nikko. I check all the rooms, no Nikko. I even look under the bed, no Nikko. At this point I am starting to worry. So I go in the kitchen and yell "Nikko, cookie" and rumple the bag of his liver snaps (it never fails to get him running to me) and still nothing. I start to panic thinking maybe he got outside while my fiancee was out with the neighbor. All the horror stories start to run through my mind. I am about to put my coat back on to go outside, and I go back into the bedroom and there was Nikko. ON THE BIG BED!!
His new thing is to climb on my bed (mommy's big bed) but the poor boy can't get down by himself. He must have fallen asleep and I didn't see him when I went in there the first time (he blends in with my comforter
) He was wagging his tail, still thinking about that cookie. Needless to say, I was so relieved he got two cookies and a whole lot of hugs and kisses
