Yesterday morning, mom couldn't find me. She called and called and called and I didn't come. I always come when I'm called (inside the house).
Christmas package have been arriving and she's been hiding them under her bed. I can't understand why she's not letting me open these gifts. All packages that arrive are for me, right?! I wasn't stuck under the bed.
She looked everywhere more than once and even checked the back door to make sure it was locked and no one had entered and stolen me.
The entire time, she kept calling my name and saying, "Duke, where are you?" I could tell that she was beginning to get frantic.
She had this great idea to squeak one of my favorite toys. She thought for sure I'd come running as no one touches MY toys!
Still no Duke came running.
And then she remembered earlier putting her coat, that was hanging on the back of the chair in the kitchen, back into the closet that was in the dark puzzle room. And it engaged her brain!!!
She raced to the closet and opened the door and out I came☺ Of course, there was a lot of rejoicing but she couldn't understand why I didn't scratch at the door or make a sound to let her know where I was.
At least I was found safe and sound but I sure did give mom a scare so early in the morning.
I promise that I will try to stay out of the closet from now on, mom.
