I follow Sara Ferguson and Choppy’s blog, Travels With Choppy. Every Friday, she has a “Where’s Choppy” post with photos of her dog, Choppy, “hiding” in plain sight. The challenge is to find her. I enjoy these posts and was reminded of them when I seemed to have my own indoor version of “Where’s Tippy” recently.
The first time I couldn’t find her, we had just gotten back from a walk. I had sat down at the computer for a few minutes when I decided to check on her. I looked in all of her normal resting spots.
She wasn’t on the couch, in front of the couch, or on the fireplace hearth.
She wasn’t on the bed, beside of the bed, in the hallway leading to the master bathroom, or on the rug in front of the door leading to the garage.
Just when I was beginning to think that I had lost my mind and she hadn’t come inside with me, I decided to look at one last place, the half bath. Sure enough, there she was. It must have been the coolest place in the house that day.
A few days later, we had our second version of the game. I was turning down the bed and realized I hadn’t seen her for a while. I went searching in all of the above places, but no Tippy. Then, I noticed that the door to my closet was open more than normal. I turned the light on and, sure enough, there she was.
I really have no idea why she was in there, but she seemed relaxed, so I just turned the light back off and left her. She came out in a couple of hours. Crazy girl. Who knows what goes on in her head sometimes?