Max is a funny animal. He is very needy and very emotional. Funny to say that about a dog but he is. Has been since I got him from the SPCA as an abused dog in 1999. He has to be near you no matter where you are or what you are doing.
Sometimes this leaves room for a funny event.
We have a piano room in the front of our house. I play and have since I was a kid. It helps me relax and get in tune with myself and God. The room is neat. I installed two French doors with etched glass panels so one can see in when I am playing and yet it keeps the noise down and the room separated from the rest of the house.
Well, as usual Max came in the room while I played and sat and watched. I played for about an hour and then went about my other chores that day. It was a Saturday so I had a lot of things to get done.
About 3 hours later, I noticed Max was nowhere to be seen. I called his name and started looking all over for him. NOTE - He keeps his "bags backed" by the door in the event of an open door for a quick escape (he likes to be free...part of the nature of a terrier). So I was getting a little concerned he might be gone. I got Julie in on the search and we both started getting worried. An "Amber alert" was around the corner mind you.
After some time I walked up to go out the front door and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. There he was. Sitting there looking all sad, with his nose to the glass, locked in the piano room!
I guess I shut the door out of habit on him. He had been in there no less than 2 hours. He looked at me like, "hey, really appreciate the music and all, but could you let me out? I really gotta pee."
I laughed at him, opened the door and he went straight outside.
Guess it was music to both of our ears. I hadn't lost my first dog after all, and he was finally free, once again.
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