So I was running late for an important meeting and HAD to get in the shower. I always crate Johann when I'm in the shower- but I just didn't have time. He was sitting in the hall chewing on a toy or shoe... It didn't matter to me I just had to get going.
About seven minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom and he was gone. Not in the hall. I ran downstairs thinking he may be in the kitchen trying to get to the cat food. Not there either. The doors were locked- he couldn't be outside.
I look in all of his favorite hideouts... under Dad's chair, between the couch and ottoman, under the dining room table, on his oversized dog bed. Not there. I am REALLY late now. I HAVE to go to my room to get dressed and worry about him later. I run upstairs and into my room to get ready.
Tears welled in my eyes; I was so frustrated about being late and not being able to find Johann. Nobody else was home to make sure that he was O.K. But I really had to get going.
As I was applying a quick coat of mascara- I heard a long, drawn-out "SQUUUEEEEAAAKKK"... just like the one his stuffed hedgehog makes. I stopped and looked for the source of the sound. I bent down and looked into Johann's wire crate... And there he was!!!!!
More relieved than ever, I squealed "GOOOOOD BOYYYY!!!" then proceeded to give him a handful of his favorite treats. I have never been more pleased with him.
I don't know of any other dogs who know to go in their crate while you're in the shower... But it looks like corgis do! :)