Lost (040)

Today was a big cleaning day for us. We moved everything around in the living room to give the floor a good cleaning and make room for my family. Jorah was a bit distraught during the shuffle, but he also realized the sunshine was a ruse for the April Fool’s snow we had here in Michigan. This prevented him from barking to go outside from boredom most of the day. 

One casualty of the day is Jorah’s crate, complete with sofa, placemat, and lots of confined toys. This evening, Mike snuck into the kitchen, grabbed the glass container from the fridge that houses Jorah’s food, trying to see how long it would take him to notice. About half a second, that’s how long. Head tilted, ears astute, eyes on the prize, he knew. Typically, Jorah runs to his crate for meals, where we make him “lay down” before receiving. Today, he had no clue where to go. He had two beds, a sofa, no placemat, a randomly placed water dish, and a folded up crate to choose from. He ran to his huge bed, big enough for a Great Dane, T-Rexing and licking his lips to insist that he be fed immediately. Mike told him to lie down and he lost it. He jumped from bed to bed to sofa to blank spot between beds, arms still in the air upon stopping motion. He settled and lied down, and received his dinner in the middle of the floor, totally lost in the chaos.