I decide to drive around the neighborhood thinking he decided to take himself for a walk. Still no Jack! Tim took the truck and went to the neighborhoods to the north of us to see if he went over there. I went out to the garage thinking that maybe he had got locked in the cats food room (why they need a food room is a whole different story). Sure enough, the door was almost closed, but the foot rest at the bottom of the door would not allow it to open back up and there peeking at me through the crack was Jack. He was so happy to be found! I think the cats lured him in and pushed the door shut!
Could he tell me why he couldn't bark or make any kind of noise when I was calling him for the last hour, oh no, just a happy face and lots of wags like there was nothing wrong! He's lucky I found him, as we were leaving for a motorcycle ride in another hour and he would have been locked in there all afternoon.
Of course, he had plenty of kitty food, which is always a treat, and water.
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