After Bobby came home through the garage (where the dogs generally come and greet us), for what seemed like an eternity, we couldn’t find Capulet (Cappy). I checked in her usual hiding places, like under my bed, and was horrified to see that she wasn’t there. The other day she had inadvertently been locked into the garage for an hour or two, and one time Monte had snuck into the car overnight and very contently remained awaiting me finding him in the driver’s seat the next morning, even though that too scared the hell out of me at first.
So tonight Bobby immediately helped me call for her outside in the rain while I watched cars speed by on our busy street and looked for her in desperation. It was a nightmare, but then I thought to check the nooks and crannies of the house to see if somehow she had been locked into a room by accident, which would have been the most logical explanation. One time at a party she had snuck out to the front porch and just layed down by the screen waiting for someone to come get her. I was so glad to see she wasn’t so curious that she had to run, but that was before she started heat. Now that she has been fixed, I think this will be less of a concern, but she had started heat when she got spayed.
So in the end she apparently had slipped around the babygate to the basement and was sitting on the steps silently waiting for me to see her wagging her tail there in the dark. Needless to say, my heart was speeding, but Bobby was just as concerned and immediately dropped his cooking dinner to rush outside and help me look for her. On top of the rain and the speeding cars, there are also big raccoons that wander our neighborhood.
Anyway, she’s home safe and sound and never really went anywhere, thankfully. Sometimes I wish she was more than five and half pounds!
