Having just gotten out of the shower and wanting to check on Tess to make sure she didn't get into anything, I peeked into the bedroom. Not there.
I went into the living room. Not there.
I checked in the kitchen. Not there.
In a small apartment, these were the only places she could be hiding. I started to panic -- I lost my dog. But the front door was still closed and locked - how did she get out? Re-checking the bedroom, I peered into my closet, where I found a skinny, brindle pitbull curled up in a basket of dirty laundry.
Have you ever "lost" your dog? Where is the oddest place they like to take naps?