I had just gotten home from dropping off C at Driver's Training. Tyson greeted me with his wagging tail. (Actually, I don't think that thing ever stops wagging)
He followed me around the house as I did chores. As I sat checking my email, I realized Tyson was not glued to my side. Then, I thought I heard him whining.
I called his name, searched the backyard, looked in every room. No Tyson. I even looked in our bathroom. Where did I find him? In the boys' bathroom. He must have gotten in there and the door shut behind him.
He was so happy when I found him. I swear he was smiling. He's such a silly dog. I love him.