Crisis

I came home from work last night to complete chaos. Genevieve couldn’t find her Dogdog anywhere, and David couldn’t remember when she had it last. He knew she had it for her nap, but thought that maybe she had taken it outside with her afterwards even though she’s not allowed. A frantic manhunt (doghunt?) ensued for close to an hour. David searched the house, I searched outside even though it was storming. Everyone panicked. We were almost ready to give up when David found him, stuffed behind the toyboxes in the corner of the living room. Genevieve said he was hiding there because he was scared of the thunderstorms. I guess it’s time start cracking down on the rule that Dogdog and Kitty never ever leave the house! My heart can’t take that again!