Merry Christmas. I know it has been three months since I last posted. Sorry. We have been busy, busy, busy.
Rosie just rolls with whatever we are doing. We have had a few weeks, here and there, when Jerry has been out of town and I was unable to come home at lunch to get Rosie. Then Jerry got sick and was in the hospital for 6 days. Rosie was home by herself quite a bit during all of this. We didn't want her cooped up all day so we fashioned some 'blocks' to keep her confined to the kitchen. She has her food, a bed and some toys in the kitchen. It works out pretty well. MOST OF THE TIME.
On Christmas Eve we returned from the church service about 7:00 and Rosie was not in the kitchen. The blocks were still in place. We searched the house over and could not find her. The only thing we could think of is that she had slipped out the door as we were leaving for church. It seemed unlikely. She doesn't usually do that and when we let her out with us she goes straight to the car to ride. We were getting a little panicy. We got in the car and started riding around the neighborhood calling her name as we went. It was dark and overcast and foggy. I called a friend down the street to get them to watch out for her and Howard immediately started out looking for her too. We started walking (me in one diredtion and Jerry in the other) up the street, calling her and crying, calling her and crying. My sister called another friend and Nell came over with her dog, Rosco, to help look. We came inside and Rosco sniffed around to no avail.
Nell went back out and I decide to get on line to the Homeline people since we had her microchipped in September. Wasn't sure if they could help but I was desperate. As I sat at the computer, I thought I heard a whimper. I got up and looked around again and decided it was just the cat. But then I heard it again. A very faint whimper. I started calling her again. The sound was coming from near the back door, next to the pantry door. It took me a few minutes and a few times of going in and out to pin point the sound. I opened the pantry door and listened and heard her in there. Jerry, Nell and myself had looked in there more than once and called her name with no response. My pantry is tiny, with a small freezer in it and to my knowledge, Rosie has never been in there. I started looking and then saw her tail on the other side of the freezer and heard the whimper. She was lodged under some boxes and other junk. I had to move a box to get her out. I don't know if she lodged herself in there and got stuck, or if a the boxes shifted and trapped her. I can't imagine why she didn't cry when we opened the door earlier and called her name. Maybe it knocked her out or knocked the breath out of her.
All I know is I have never been so happy. I called Jerry. He and Howard had already searched the neighborhood and were getting ready to go to the next neighborhood.
Needless to say, we make sure the pantry door is closed before we leave her now. The better solution, maybe, is for me to clean out the pantry. I don't think so, it is much easier to just shut the door.
Other than the scare of Christmas Eve, Rosie had a good Christmas. Santa brought her the usual toys and snacks. She had lots and lots of company and then slept most of the day after. We continue to be amazed at how much this little dog means to us. Hopefully, things will settle down a bit and she can start going back to work with me on a more regular basis.
I love my Rosie, even more now.
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