When we come home in the evenings from work, we park our cars in the garage. The Corgi-Boyz find this an especially fun time, as they mosey out to the front of the house and christen the plants and find out who or what has been in this part of the yard (smelling everything to death). One particular evening – spouse pulls into the garage. As usual, we account that everyone is back in the garage before closing the garage door after parking. Spouse asks, “where’s Nikita” – I reply “he’s in the back (meaning the back-yard). Garage door closes. We go in and have dinner. Maybe almost two hours later, Spouse goes to spend some time with The Boyz. (Side note here: If the garage’s side-door is open, Nikita is almost always certain to be on his pillow — he loves that pillow more than life itself – but on this occasion – he’s not there). After calling for Nikita a couple of times, Spouse goes outside in the very dark backyard calling for Nikita.
No Nikita.
I hear the calls, now concerned I come out too to see what’s the commotion?
Turns out, we closed the garage door on Nikita. He was left out in the dark, cold front of the house. Poor thing! Lucky for us, he’s a homebody and had no desire to go about on adventures and investigate the neighborhood. I’m certain his mind the whole time was thinking about his comfy, warm pillow!
