Our master bedroom has a doggy door that leads to the three season porch, and the porch has a doggy door that leads to the outside. We knew when we moved into this house that having doggy doors and a fence was essential as we have an older dog who was on congestive heart failure medicine which included a diuretic. The diuretic caused Max to go to the bathroom every two or three hours. For months after we moved into our house, Max would wake me and I would put his leash on him and take him outside several times a night. I functioned on very little sleep until our fence and doggy doors were installed.
Today, however, I found out the downside of having those wonderful doggy doors that have allowed me to get sleep and have given my dogs freedom to play outside when they feel like it. My youngest dog Cooper (aka Ken Howard), a Jack Russell terrier, went outside while I was in the laundry room. That is not a problem they are always in and out all day. But as I was walking into the bedroom, I see Cooper walking into the bedroom from the doggy door with something grey in his mouth. He stops mid step next to the bed and looks at me when I ask “What do you have?” Then very gently he opens his mouth and lets it drop. I run over to see what it is, when really what I want to is curl up into a little ball and cry. I drop to my hands and knees and look where Cooper dropped it. Nothing is there.
OMG!!!! This is where I die. I know it. A Creature of Unknown Origin is loose in my house. I run around the bed to see if I could find it on the other side. Nope. I look in the fireplace, closet, I ask Max, who is nearly blind and deaf and was asleep outside the bathroom door if he has seen anything. Nope. Nothing. I run and find Peek-A-Boo our middle dog who is a rat terrier. She, slowly follows me to the bedroom and found a scent, but just did not feel like finding anything else right now. She has allergies and is just not up to dealing with any shenanigans of Cooper.
I sent John a text, and let him know that Cooper brought an Alien Life Force into the house and it was loose and that I might be dead, when this Being attacks me, by the time he gets home this evening. I put the phone in my back pocket while I continued to search. My phone is set to vibrate when I receive a text, and it about gave me a heart attack when John sent a text back, I seriously thought the Creature of Unknown Origin bit my butt. He said he thinks the dogs will find it at some point. What he is basically saying is don’t worry I know you’re nuts and I still like you. Men. Sometimes they are no help and yet at the same time they are really trying to help. He is trying to keep me calm while he is at work forty-five minutes away and he still has several hours of work left. I know he will search the house when he is able to come home. I also know that I will not sleep well tonight if that Alien Creature is not found.
Meanwhile, I am in barricaded in my office with Boo at my feet for protection, Cooper walks in with those sad eyes he wants to apologize for having a friend over that we can not find. I love that dog and I tell him so…but I tell him that he needs to find that thing. So off he goes in search of a Creature of Unknown Origin.
UPDATE:
Before John came home, Cooper had continuously come to me crying. He really wanted to play with his new friend (Creature of Unknown Origin) but could not find him. He would just whine and cry while staring dolefully in my eyes. This dog has a gentle nature, he walks around with his Baby (teddy bear) in his mouth and sleeps with him every night. Just last year he made friends with a Praying Mantis that he kept alive unharmed for hours playing and rolling in front of him but never on him.
When John arrived the hunt was on. I told him that I thought it had been under his night stand, as that is where Boo found the scent, but when I moved it I didn’t find it. Of course when John moved it, there laying on the carpet was the Creature of Unknown Origin. John proudly exclaimed, “It’s a bunny!” The Alien Being has been identified and is definitely a bunny. Now we just had to catch it. That bunny decided to hop under the bed and when I went around to the other side it darted into the bathroom that was no longer guarded by Max. Boo was no help. Shenanigans.
In the bathroom, Bunny was cornered under a shelving unit, I ran to get a container to hold him. John noticed that the bunny was wet, Cooper had after all been able to get a hold of the bunny during his time in searching and must have been sleeping with him in his mouth. While I kept the poor bunny in my sights Cooper comes and sits next to me and softly whines in my ear. He wanted his new real life baby. John was able to reach the bunny using tongs and he was put in the container. He was released scared, but otherwise unharmed, under the tree where we saw his mother the other day.
I shall sleep tonight.