A Disappearing Act


A quick scratch at the collar and I’m outta here.

Just finished scratching at that new collar, Emma is ready for take-off. The shy little girl is feeling bolder and is checking out everything she shouldn’t – like mushrooms and foxglove leaves and flowers. It’s fun to sneak a piece of charcoal from the old burn pile and even more fun to snap at the snapdragons. Just because the rhodo flowers are coming off (and apparently are very tasty, by the way), Emma thinks all flowers need to come off and she’s helping.

She has a nice hotel room fixed up in our ensuite bathroom where there is nothing she can get into (anymore). I’ve put everything up high that was on the floor. She managed to pull the towels off the racks and pry off the little cup covers of the bolts that hold the toilet down. I got those out of her reach just in time. But now all that’s left in there is her new doggie bed, a big towel with her food and water bowls on it, some chewy things to keep her busy, windows for morning sun, and a tile floor in case of accidents.

I’ve been having to put a leash on her when I take her outside as she has quite a mind of her own. She’s feeling braver and wandering away instead of coming to me every time now. Because I’m worried about her eating something bad or getting into something she shouldn’t while she’s in the exploration stage and not listening to me I carry her down the stairs–she’s still afraid of going down them–and then I put the leash on her to go outside.




A few more chews and I’ll have this thing off me.

Two sets of stairs to go up.

Two sets of stairs to go up.

I had just carried her down the stairs, listening to her sweet snuffling and baby gulping noises, and put her down outside when I remembered that I hadn’t put the leash on her. It was across the room on the counter. I got the leash and went outside to put it on her. She was nowhere in sight!

I dashed back and forth to the usual places where she liked to look for trouble but saw no sign of her. I called her and called her. No answer. No puppy came barreling over to me. I looked around the downstairs hall and family room we had just come out of and called her. No answer.

Now I was worried and the “what if’s” raced through my mind:

What if an eagle got her? (We have lots around here and I do have to watch out for her.)

What if she squeezed through the fence and someone picked her up? (A lot of people go by our place.)

What if she’s stuck somewhere?

What if I never see her again?

I called again. This time I heard something upstairs in the house. I rushed up the first flight of stairs, turned the corner, and there she was at the top of the stairs. She had followed me in and gone up the stairs just as our routine was every time. She had no trouble going up the stairs, but was still afraid to go down them.

One long set of stairs too scary to go down.

One long set of stairs too scary to go down.

 I didn’t know she had sneaked past me and gone back upstairs while I was looking for her leash. When I called her, she wanted to come, but didn’t dare come down the stairs. Was I ever glad to see her!

Yikes! Too far down!

Yikes! Too far down!

I'm so glad you came back to get me.

I’m so glad you came back to get me. These stairs are just too much!

24 thoughts on “A Disappearing Act

  1. What a beautiful pup. And I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve experienced panic when my Dixie Rose wasn’t any of the places she usually is. I came in once from work and couldn’t find her. I called and called, and checked everywhere: favorite chairs, under the bed, behind the etegere, and so on. Finally, I heard a sqeak and turned to look. There she was, hopping out of the dryer. It was filled with soft, fluffy towels I hadn’t removed yet, and she decided it was a good napping spot.


    • The dryer!! That can be so dangerous. You hear about pets being killed in washers and dryers. The places they’ll crawl into!! When we had cats, years ago, I got into the habit of leaving the dryer door closed, for that very reason. They got into everything and I was afraid they’d get tumbled to death. Lucky you found your Dixie Rose before the next load!


    • Hard to believe Ruby was worse. How quickly we forget how much work it is to have a puppy. You can’t just let them run around and play and forget about them. I think she ate something that didn’t agree with her last night. Tasting all those flowers and charcoal and bird droppings and fir cones…I could go on but I’m running out of space.


  2. Emma is so sweet! Ruby will be a good big sister to her, I am sure. As far as the disappearing act goes, I know how terrifying it can be when you can’t see them anywhere. The “what ifs” are the worst thing ever. The next thing that grips you after the panic and the what ifs, is the GUILT of leaving them unsupervised for just a split second. Little rascals, they can move so fast!! Glad all ended well in this story, and lovely photos of Emma. I can hardly wait to meet my new doggie niece. 🙂


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