Well, that was scary! I lost Albie Dog for about 5 minutes. He didn’t even know he was lost, just thought he was going on a lovely adventure and then I popped up again and took him home.
About 5 minutes later I looked around and went “huh, where’d he go?” And then I noticed the front door was open. Which was my own fault, because I was the last to arrive and I didn’t double check that it latched. So, grabbed the leash, went outside, walked up and down the block, then remembered my phone had rung about two minutes earlier and I didn’t pick up. Checked the message, and yep, it was someone who found Albie.
A nice young heavily tattooed couple got him one block over, directly behind the house I was at. So Albie trotted out the door, through the backyard, saw people, went “Hey! People! My new best friends! I will love you forever and just go home with you!” And then hung out with them for 5 minutes until I showed up at which point he went “Oh hey! I remember you! I love you too!” And then I leashed him up and walked him away and he promptly threw up. Too much excitement.
Anyway, I cuddled him the rest of the quilting meeting and so did everyone else (all the quilting ladies are Albie fans). And then we came home and I decided I had to punish him. Because he made me miserable and scared, he has to be miserable and scared! So I gave him a bath. And now he smells sweet and is nice and subdued and confused.