While we were packing the car to head to the beach for the weekend, The Pooch was suddenly MIA.... I eventually found him hiding in our bedroom. I kid you not. He was hiding behind the rocking chair. You can see his expression upon being found... he seemed to miss the fact that his whole back side was sticking out from behind the chair. "Come on." I said "we're leaving. You need to get in the car." No movement. Clearly if he made no movements, I was just going to leave him behind right? "Come onnnnn..... are you serious? We are going." I tried to reason with him. Still nothing. I went back downstairs and showed My Wonderful Husband the picture of The Pooch. But I had an idea... While The Pooch had destroyed all of his plastic squeaky toys and we didn't let him have those anymore for fear of him choking on the pieces of plastic, there was still one left that I hadn't thrown out. I squeaked it once and it barely even had any squeak left... and within seconds there was a furry face at the top of the stairs. Victory! I am smarter than a puppy.... "Oh hello! Did you decide to come out of hiding? Did you hear something? It's in the car." Ok, so I lied. But we needed to get on the road and once he was in the car he was just fine:-)
*Wag more. Bark less. - Unknown*
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