I was unpacking the car earlier and put all the bags on the floor in the house. I came back in from being outside talking with the neighbor and I couldn’t find Toby. I yelled a few times, but he didn’t come.
My first instinct was to get paranoid that he slipped out the door, but had he done that I’m sure he would have followed me, because I was playing with the neighbor’s newish puppy. Not on the couch, not in the kitchen, not on my bed.
Then, I went into the spare bedroom and there was Toby on the other side of the bed, and this is what I found:
Enjoy the pet bloggers hop: