Originally Posted by alaskayorkie (Post 1520582)

I took the 3 dogs to the store tonight in a nice toasty truck. I removed the keys and used the remote starter to restart the truck as I went in, thinking the car would die if anyone tried to steal it. I wanted the heater going because it was 29 degrees out.

All went well, and I drove home around 10 p.m. The car was so warm, I hadn't even bothered to put their coats on. As usual, Jack was yapping nonstop to be the first one out. Lately, I've been trying to teach him that won't work, so I lifted Eddie out of the truck and put him on the ground first.

Jack was still yapping, so I closed the driver's side door and walked around to the passenger side and let Rusty out. Jack was still yapping. My plan was to go back around to the driver's side and let Jack out last. But, uncharacteristically, both Eddie and Rusty made a beeline for the neighbor's yard. I yelled to no avail.

So I chased them down. Rusty followed me to the front door and I let him in the house and closed the door. Eddie was still over by the neighbor's yard, out of sight, so I chased him down, picked him up and carried him into the house.

And forgot all about Jack.

My wife called as I was walking in the door and further distracted me. Then I hopped on the computer for a few minutes. Shortly after that, my wife came home and we sat down to watch a show on TV. Rusty by my side on the floor. Eddie on my wife's lap.

AND NO JACK, I finally noticed.

He had been out in the cold truck for almost an hour when I raced out there barefoot and swung open the door. I don't know how, but the truck still felt semi-warm.

Jack seemed plenty warm too. But he chewed me out big time for leaving him in the cold truck.

Even though he wanted to be loose, I tucked him under a blanket most of the rest of the night, and he got all the treats he wanted. I think he knew I screwed up because every time I stopped with the treats, he yapped for more. The yapping didn't bother me so much this time.

This is a horribly embarrassing story, but I figured it couldn't hurt to let people know it can happen. Well, at least to me.

Originally Posted by AngieDoogles (Post 1521304)

Marty always locks himself in the bathroom upstairs. We have a water bowl on two levels of our home for their convenience, and the one on the top level is in the bathroom. Well, Marty goes in and somehow ALWAYS manages to shut the door. Sometimes it'll be a few minutes before I notice and he'll start whining to get out. It makes me feel horrible, but I'd rather them have water available upstairs and have to open the door for him occasionally than to think that they're thirsty.

Originally Posted by chattiesmom (Post 1523856)

Well it sounds like Jack made out like a bandit. I'd spend an hour in a cold truck to get wrapped in a toasty warm blanky and get fed my fav treats all night.

I am so very sorry you have this experience. It is so very scary. I thought it was just women who had those kinds of brain farts.

Originally Posted by teri88 (Post 1524597)

Jack says: Calm down Dad. An hour in a "semi-warm" truck beats having to trapse through that #@$%! snow that is up to my belly.

Originally Posted by alaskayorkie (Post 1523946)

Thanks again everybody for cutting me some slack that I DON'T DESERVE! The only good things about it is Jack is OK and I learned my lesson. I was half afraid he'd be sick today, but he's healthy as a horse.

Originally Posted by teri88 (Post 1524597)

Jack says: Calm down Dad. An hour in a "semi-warm" truck beats having to trapse through that #@$%! snow that is up to my belly.

Originally Posted by Bonnie's Mom (Post 1525202)

Yeah...so basically what Teri is saying is that you treat him worse than that on a daily basis! He was thankful to be warm and dry! ;)