After spending the first few hours of the day on some around-the-house chores, I had big plans to do nothing the rest of the day except play in the art room and catch up on some recorded TV. When I settled in, I realized my dog was not nearby as she usually is. I called her a few times but nothing. I went downstairs figuring she was outside, but she wasn't there either. A house search ensued and after a few minutes of still not finding her panic set in. Other than dragging the trash cans out to the street, I had not been outside, but I worried that Rigby might have snuck out behind me while the garage door or side gate were open. I used the front door and looked out for her and even called her name a few times. Nothing. Another run through the house was made as I've been known to close doors to bathrooms and the other bedrooms to keep her out without realizing I've actually closed her in. But again, the search was fruitless. There wasn't a peep. I called her again a few times hoping that she was asleep under a table or in a corner. And when that didn't work, I headed out to the garage to find her leash, figuring I'd have to start walking the streets. When I opened the door from the kitchen to the garage there Rigby sat, head cocked to the side, looking at me like, "Well, it's about time." What a relief!
Rigby is often right on my heels and does follow me out to the garage often. Most of the time she follows me back inside as well, but must have been distracted (clearly so was I) because neither one of us realized she wasn't at my side. It's funny though because she barks or talks to me about most things that are bothering her from being hungry, thirsty, full, even tired. But being stuck in the dark garage didn't seem to warrant any kind of sound. Silly dog.
She spent the rest of the day doing this with me...
She's so cute! I'm sure glad she didn't really go missing.