I thought my little toy poodle had gotten out this afternoon when DH went to the trash container. We hunted and hunted, called and called. No results. She is 8 years old and was given to me by my youngest daughter-whom we lost in the service of our country 11/07. So losing her would have been a real blow.
After hunting and driving around, we came inside the house. DH sat down in his recliner and heard a squeak. Looking under the recliner, there she was. She had been trapped there when he got up earlier and never made a peep until then.
What a relief!!!!
I had even posted an ad on Craigslist.
Now DH is going to treat me to a Twist Cone at Braum's Ice Cream Store. I deserve it!! :thumbup: