But on some occasions I come home to this:
However I don’t need to travel far to find him when that happens.
So when one day I came home to this:
I was a little weirded out. I checked his other hide out.
Still no Rod – just the usual paraphernalia.
At this point, I became panicked. My mind immediately pictured a dachshund motivated thief who took my Rod!
I started running around calling his name.
Then I realized the bathroom door was uncharacteristically closed.
I opened it to find a very embarrassed Rod. He was happy to be freed.
I can only speculate as to how this happened while he was home alone but I think this must be pretty accurate:
After this traumatic event, he’s still brave enough to go back in though!
We keep the door wide open.