A variation on Old Mother Hubbard earlier this evening. Vaguely sensed the absence of Jack Russell underfoot, heard soft whining, checked all rooms, small spaces, under beds, paused...followed the intermittent non-electronic bleat through house to kitchen and pantry...
when she got there, the cupboard was shared
and so the poor dog looked rather foolish but seemed otherwise fairly casual really
(This is a hazard appartment dwellers should factor in when considering suitable dogs for small spaces. (via Idle type)
No labrador I've known has ever got stuck in a cupboard.)