I could not find Gizmo this morning anywhere! He wasn’t in any of his favorite sleeping spots and wasn’t making a peep when I called him. I even went out in the backyard and looked for him even though it was raining (and he thinks he might melt) and I knew that the dog door was closed. So on my way back into the house, I find him all curled up warm and snug in my good lamby blanket that someone left draped onto the floor from one of the chairs. But he does look so cute, so I didn’t have the nerve to roust him…
