Our little dog is a creature of habit. Each night, around 9 pm, he goes outside for one final bit of business. He comes back in and sits on the entry mat, awaiting his evening treat as he goes to bed. He walks into his crate and we close the door. He stays there all night, oblivious to the world, and sometimes doesn't get up until noon the next day!
Last night, I put him away as usual, but I didn't get the crate door secured fully. My husband noticed it when he came home later, but he didn't want to fix it because then Tucker would want to come out and visit for a while and we'd do the whole evening routine again. We figured since he does not feel comfortable for the night until he is closed into his crate that it wouldn't be a big deal.
During the night, I thought I heard him moving around. Miss A said he went into her room, and after she scratched his head, he went under her bed, hitting his head on the support rails every step or so. Then he left, and we couldn't find him this morning.
It turns out he ended up on Miss M's bed, as oblivious to the world as he usually is in his crate. She had about five blankets tossed on the end of her bed, and he had settled into them.
I was amazed he hadn't come to find me. If I'm in bed, he comes in and barks and tugs on my blanket until I let him up. I guess he knew if he came to see us, we'd just take him back. Instead, he found a safe, warm bed and life was good.
