I searched everywhere in the bedroom, the bath, the closet, and even in her bed, but no Ellie. There was only one obvious explanation. She must have worked herself out and was down stairs.
My relief to see her was mixed with annoyance. Part of me was furious. But, like a child, she had no idea the emotional toll the morning had taken on me. Seeing her bright eyes and wagging tail, I knew I couldn't hold this against her. I put her collars back on. While pouring the kibbles into her red bowl, I was telling her how much she had scared me. "If you got under the bed, why couldn't you get out - when I asked?" As if she could understand me.