I've had a lot of Gibson scares. Running down the street w/o a leash, vomiting non-stop, getting bit by random dogs, losing his appetite (!!!), etc. But today on my lunch break, I think I've had the biggest one ever. At least it seems that way right now.
So, I come home and open the door, expecting to see my little pup making his way over to say hi. Nothing. Is he on the couch sleeping? Nope. On his bed? Nope. I walked over the the back porch to see if he was there (he likes the couch in there). No dice! Checked the couch, bed and porch one more time.. Ran up stairs and checked all the rooms. Ran back down and checked everywhere again. Started looking in closets and under beds. Yelling and screaming for him. Nothing!
I was shaking. Trying not to cry. Fighting the urge to call my husband. Thinking of the worst that could have happened. Did I not lock the doors and someone broke in and took him? Did I leave him outside for some reason? Where could he be?????
I ran around the house one more time looking everywhere. Went back to the back porch and looked at the basement door. It'd be impossible that he'd be down there. The door is closed and he never goes down there.. but might as well check...
He was there. Just sitting there w/his ears down, saying, "I'm sowwwy Mommy". I grabbed him sat on the couch and started bawling. He curled up in my lap and let me squeeze him tight and cry.
I am ok now, but still a little shakey! Poor dude. I guess he got nosey and poked open the basement door and then it slammed shut on him! Must not have been too fun for him.. It's not a finished basement, so it's basically just our washer/dryer, boiler, freezer, water softener and boxes of our crap! Guess that'll teach him to be nosey!
Ugh. Anyways, glad that is over!
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