adventures in the life of toby
Yesterday, we thought we had lost Toby. It was one of the most frantic, stressful moments of my entire life. It's a weird feeling, it retrospect. This panicky, sweaty, heart-pounding nonsense of emotions.
I got home from work yesterday before chris and was surprised when I wasn't greeted at the door. I figured he had to be sleeping somewhere so I crept around looking for him in all of his usual places. Under the bed. Behind the couch, in his bed, on the massive turtle in the corner. He is no where. So I start yelling for him and I hear nothing. I look outside. There's no evidence that anyone was in the apartment.
I ask the leasing agent if anyone had been inside our apartment that day [we're waiting for our locks to be changed]. She says no. I call Chris as I can feel myself beginning to hyperventilate and I speed to the animal shelter. As I'm looking through the runs of sad eyed dogs, I get a call from Chris saying that he found Toby.
I speed home and there he is. Running around the house, shaking his huge polar bear toy that is larger than he is. I scoop him up. He bites my face. Typical Toby. I don't know why he always goes for the face.
Chris explains that he found him closed in the guest bathroom. We find out later that the apartment in not level and while the door to the bathroom can stay open, if you touch is just so, it closes. And in his attempt to get out, he must have shut the door completely.
My dog is the biggest crybaby ever. He cries at bugs crawling on the window screen. He cries at his food before he eats it. He cries if you look at him the wrong way. Yet, when I'm screaming his name, frantic in this apartment, not a peep. And I guess in my panic, I didn't look in the bathroom.
So, he is safe and sound...and we have a temporary doorstop on the bathroom door. Not that I'm surprised that I acted the way that I did- but it's a weird feeling to have experienced it. This terror of not knowing where he is. I know to others it probably sounds like I'm going overboard about my dog, but he is my life.
Chris and Toby snuggles are what keep me sane. We even considered making the guest bathroom Toby's bathroom and decorating it for a little boy. Chris thought it would look like we were desperate for children- but really, I just love my dog that much. Children can wait- I have Toby.
I got home from work yesterday before chris and was surprised when I wasn't greeted at the door. I figured he had to be sleeping somewhere so I crept around looking for him in all of his usual places. Under the bed. Behind the couch, in his bed, on the massive turtle in the corner. He is no where. So I start yelling for him and I hear nothing. I look outside. There's no evidence that anyone was in the apartment.
I ask the leasing agent if anyone had been inside our apartment that day [we're waiting for our locks to be changed]. She says no. I call Chris as I can feel myself beginning to hyperventilate and I speed to the animal shelter. As I'm looking through the runs of sad eyed dogs, I get a call from Chris saying that he found Toby.
I speed home and there he is. Running around the house, shaking his huge polar bear toy that is larger than he is. I scoop him up. He bites my face. Typical Toby. I don't know why he always goes for the face.
Chris explains that he found him closed in the guest bathroom. We find out later that the apartment in not level and while the door to the bathroom can stay open, if you touch is just so, it closes. And in his attempt to get out, he must have shut the door completely.
My dog is the biggest crybaby ever. He cries at bugs crawling on the window screen. He cries at his food before he eats it. He cries if you look at him the wrong way. Yet, when I'm screaming his name, frantic in this apartment, not a peep. And I guess in my panic, I didn't look in the bathroom.
So, he is safe and sound...and we have a temporary doorstop on the bathroom door. Not that I'm surprised that I acted the way that I did- but it's a weird feeling to have experienced it. This terror of not knowing where he is. I know to others it probably sounds like I'm going overboard about my dog, but he is my life.
Chris and Toby snuggles are what keep me sane. We even considered making the guest bathroom Toby's bathroom and decorating it for a little boy. Chris thought it would look like we were desperate for children- but really, I just love my dog that much. Children can wait- I have Toby.