I had to take my son’s wheelchair out of the car today so I could fit baby shower gifts (my mom warned me ahead of time that there were some big things). I shut the front door behind me so Scamp wouldn’t get out. I’d left the front passenger car door open to put my purse in and took the chair out of the back hatch. I took it inside and went back out for the ramp, shutting the front door again on my way out. I took the ramp in and then went to say goodbye to Scamp, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I checked the whole house, the yard, looked up and down the street, didn’t see him. He’s microchipped, so I went to get my phone from my purse in the car to call Home Again and report him missing.
And guess where the little rascal was? Sitting in the back seat with his duck, wagging his tail. He must have sneaked out when I was parking the wheelchair and had my back turned for half a second, and jumped in the car before I got the ramp out.
I took him back in the house, hugged him, and told him never to scare me like that again. I’m just glad he didn’t run to the street. We live on the corner of a busy main road and an equally busy side street, and if he'd gone past car into the road it could have been disastrous.
