Most mornings when we open the bedroom door, Donna will be found right by the door on her bed or sometimes plastered along the width of the door itself snorting for us to wake up. But this morning there was no Donna in sight. It’s amazing how one’s heart can stop when no dog rushes to greet you good morning as expected. Did she manage to somehow murder herself in the living room overnight?

Nope, the stupid dog only got herself trapped in the kitchen behind the childgate. Talk about relief!