I called him. I went out back, I went in his room, I went out front. I got in the car and drove around calling his precious name. I finally convinced myself, he was either lost, stolen, or dead. I ran in the house to call animal control, and found him looking at me. He was in the dining room, staring at me like wasn't I the dumbest owner he's ever loved.
I don't know how I didn't see him, but wouldn't it have been nice, if he came to me when I called him?


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Glad you found him
Glad He was not lost.
dumbest owner he's(she's) ever loved.
Glad it worked out in the end and you found your pet unharmed, and safe.
Glad to hear the little bugger was just hiding on you instead of really missing. my Max will do the same thing. At times I panick thinking he got loose and was eaten by an alligator.