So anyway, we got up and some of us went out to potty, and Mom gave us Breakfast of Dogs, and then some of us went out to potty again or else maybe for the first time or maybe just to see what was going on outside and if there were any cicadas to eat. And I went out to pee and poop on the patio, kind of around on the side, and then when I went back to the door, it was LOCKED and I was left out there in the yard all by myself!
Then after that, Mom was a little more careful about trying to make sure all the dogs were in the house before she closed the door. And usually it's Mel who is the last one to come in because he likes to wander around in the yard looking for poop to eat, but sometimes it's me who's the last one. And that's exactly what happened today because I was out there pooping, which Mom didn't realize. So she shut the door, and she went upstairs to do a bunch of totally unimportant stuff like get dressed and look at her email, and meanwhile I was stuck out there in the back yard, all alone!
And right away, I started feeling panicky because I didn't know how to get back in the house, which is where I wanted to be. So I tried scratching on the door, but nobody came to open it. And then I tried whimpering and crying, but nobody heard me. And after that, I realized that what I had to do was go around to the front door because that worked before when I got left out in the back yard.
Except back then we had that nice chainlink fence that was pretty easy to climb, and now we have a tall wood fence. So I checked the gates, and they were closed and I pawed at them, and they didn't come open. And then I saw that there was kind of a space under one of the gates, so I made myself very, very flat and skinny, and I wiggled my way out of the yard!
Then I trotted around to the front door, but nobody was there to see me! My brothers weren't even looking out the windows, which is what they should have been doing because it's their job to guard the house. So then I really didn't know what to do! And I went down the driveway, and I sort of wandered down the street a little ways, like Mom and I do when she takes me out to potty, because I thought maybe if I did that, Mom would magically appear, but she didn't.
It was scary out in the street, and it made me nervous being there, and I felt horrible and scared like when I used to be a Poor, Homeless Dog in Houston. But then one of our neighbors came out of her house because she saw me out in the street. And this neighbor's name is Shirley, and she likes to rescue cats and do that trap, neuter, release thing with feral cats. But she's a nice person, even if she likes cats better than dogs. So she talked to me, but I didn't let her touch me because I don't know her very well, and she walked down to my house, and I followed her.
And meanwhile, Mom finished doing all her email and stuff, and she went downstairs, and she was going to give treats to all of us dogs, but there were only three dogs there! So Mom thought she must have shut me up in the bedroom because sometimes she does that because I like to hide under the bed. But when she went back upstairs to the bedroom, I wasn't there!