Where, oh where is Mz Klo?
I had an awful scare this afternoon. My heart is still racing from the after effects.
I let Logan outside while I went to the basement to throw in a load of wash. When I came back upstairs, the back door was shut. I didn't think much of it because I thought John let her in.
I then went to the garage to put trash out, locked the door and went back upstairs. Fiddled around some. I hear Logan barking at the other side of the house. Weird. So I went outside, thinking maybe John locked the door and didn't know she was out. Then HE starts telling me Logan is outside. No she isn't. She's not on the big bed, the livingroom, anywhere. Could she have actually crawled under the fence? Panic!!
It's hard to hear when you're crying, but I heard her bark again, and then some scratching. Light bulb goes off. I opened the inside garage door and out jumps my sweetie. Mz Velcro dog apparently followed me inside the garage and I never heard her. She must had been snooping around.
Anyway, a gazillion hugs and kisses and treats later, we're both fine. I felt worse because apparently, her previous family kept her in their garage at night in the dark.
