Late to work this morning because one of the dogs went missing.
I’m always nervous if they aren’t all in sight when I leave in case I’ve accidentally shut one in a room which would be bad. I generally give them a treat as I go out the door to try and stop them pining for me.
This morning I had Goofy and one black dog, but not the other. I went searching all round the house, and called and called, and finally found a black dog in its crate in the laundry. I gave it it’s farewell treat, which it seemed very gratified by, and then noticed the other black dog looking mournfully at me. I suspect I’ve made a boo boo by giving one dog two treats, so that the other one has missed out. If only they didn’t look the same! I’m just lucky my own twins aren’t identical. I’d be one of those unnatural parents who could never tell them apart.
