I'm no cat, but I ventured out to the garage once. Grandpa was puttin' a bag of trash in the bin and I snuck out there. He didn't realize I was out there until Mom couldn't find me for about half an hour. I was there, sitting at the door, just waiting for it to magically open! It was sorta chilly out there, too.
I got locked out in there, too. Mama said that I need to bark to let her know I'm out there.
Mama had another yorkie before me that got locked in the laundry room. She was panicky...all lookin' everywhere....callin' his name. That dufus never muttered a single sound. My poor mama was beside herself. She said that would never happen with me. DUHHH!
Debbie on Jan 02 at 05:10 PM