The other night, it was time to go to bed and I couldn’t find Speck. He’s pretty much completely deaf so calling him does no good at all. This house is not very big and the doors to the bedrooms, bathrooms and laundry room stay closed so he had to be right in this little living room/dining room/kitchen combination area. He’s not one to try to go outside without his leash so I doubted he had escaped but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I thought maybe he had slipped into one of the other rooms when I had gone in to put something away and I hadn’t noticed so I searched those and couldn’t find him. I was about to panic! It was almost midnight and we were ready for bed but I wasn’t about to go to bed not knowing where Speck was.
Speck
Finally Rita found him! He had crawled up under the pillowcase of his pillow. I had to tap him to wake him up and get him to come to bed. He sleeps on a big pillow on the floor by our bed and he was probably thinking he was just fine – comfy and warm – right where he was but I don’t like him having the run of the house when we’re sleeping so I got him up and he went right back to sleep on his big pillow.
He’s such an old guy (15 years old now) but sometimes he still acts like a puppy sometimes and other than having bad teeth and not being able to hear, he seems to be doing great.
pat says
my buster the dashound does the same thing.
he loves his blankets and pillow cases
Sherrill says
Aww, poor ole Speck! Good thing Rita knows where he is. Was gonna say we haven’t had pix or reports on either of the dogs or cat lately.
Julie in WA says
LOL/SOC (spitting out coffee)
So glad you included a picture! Oh how I would love to meet Speck, such a personality!
myrna sossner says
I read this with baited breath… looking for any dog or cat can be worrysome … especially one of Speck’s age … I am so happy for the happy ending! Good for Rita. They both should get a treat.
Theresa says
My beagle Orson is old and deaf, too. The other day we had a pretty loud thundershower, and I couldn’t find him, either. Searched the whole house. I was out in the pouring rain with an umbrella looking under the deck, and still couldn’t find him. And then I went in to the bathroom to dry off and there he was, in the shower stall, shivering with fear. Poor baby.