People who know me know I have an lady chihuahua; we're a pair. Well, yesterday morning this dog nearly gave me a heart attack. Tuesday night I was watching Jay Leno in my sisters room because my tv needs repair and the Florida one has problems when the power flashes off and on. The doors were closed. I fell asleep and when I woke up, Snooty was no longer on my lap. I looked all over for her and decided she had gone upstairs so I went up - but my dog. I was still hurting from my fall last week and just could not make it down the stairs again. I called and she did not appear. Thinking she would come up when she was ready and woof at me to lift her into bed, I went to sleep.

Yesterday morning I awoke and no Snooty. I went downstairs, called her and decided she must have gotten closed in the garage with the cats (that's their bedroom). While they don't like either ofus, they do allow her to share my sister's room; they on the bed and Snooty on the floor in the stream of sun coming through the window. When the garage was opened though - no dog. I again called and looked everywhere. I even said her favorite word "chicken" and no dog. The only thing I thought of was that she had gone off and..........found a spot to curl up and..............well, you know, she's old. Again, I looked and when I again looked into my sisters long walk-in closet, from behind the black bag of old towels which we use for washing our hair, washing the dog and covering plants when the weather drops too low, was a little face with the ears straight up and the expression of - were you calling me, did I hear the word "chicken"? She's never gone there but I guess her friend the white cat told her of a spot he likes.

I was so happy to see her that my worry and upset disappeared. Like I said, you've got to love them even when they pretend to not hear and sometimes lie too. :big_grin: