But it’s not my fault.
My person left me home alone – and there was thunder.
Well, it was quiet thunder – but it was thunder just the same.
And I needed to find a way to hide from it – or escape it.
None of the escape routes worked. I’m locked in the house.
I tried dragging things out so I could hide under them – but that didn’t work.
Then I tried my younger person’s room. The door was shut but I pushed it open.
Maybe I can hide in his closet.
And then it happened.
The door to my younger person’s room closed, with me still inside.
I don’t know how it happened. It must have a mind of its own.
I’m not supposed to be in here.
My younger person gets really upset if I come into his room. Something about hair or something.
What do I do now? I can’t get out.
Somebody’s going to find me.
Oh dear. I hear my person coming into the house now.
Maybe if I’m real quiet…
She’s calling for me. I can’t let her know I’m in here.
Maybe she’ll get busy cleaning up the mess I made and forget to look for me.
I’ll stay real quiet and maybe she’ll think I’m over at my neighbor dog Toby’s house.
Oops. The door’s opening.
She found me.
Person, I have no idea how I got in here.